238th Post

Another cold night.

With the wind.
Rattling the windows.

As if its trying to tell me.
Some of its secrets.

But as the windows rattle.
I sit in my chair.

Drunk on the drink.

But now its like.
Drink?

I find no more joy in that.

Already half the beast of anger managed to escape its cage.
And i bore silent witness.
To my own destructive anger.

Dare i contemplate.
Should i one day.
Choose to fully release the beast trapped inside me.

What would the consequences be?

Misery engulfs me.
Day after day.
Night after night.

Like a moth drawn to the lights.

There is a hollow spot in my head.
Its where my once sane mind used to reside.

Another hollow spot exists in my chest.
It used to hold a loving and caring heart.

Now what am i ?
Who am i ?

Has society turned me into what i am today?

A spiteful and angry spirit.
That will continue to despise society.

Until the day.
When the end of days arrive.

But would that even appease the angry fires?
That smolders and burns deep inside me.

Sigh.
My frustration knows no end.

Would total resignation to silence.
Be my best option?

Perhaps so.