Rage

Rage
I sit and brood
Feeling so much anger
It makes me feel so sick inside
With but no one to confide...
All the twisted thoughts
That are in my head........
Or how I'd much rather be not
Alive but dead....
My body aches, my minds a blur
To keep on going seems absurd
This angry feeling I keep inside,
locked away I cannot hide...
It is a rage, a rage so deep
One that I know I cannot keep.
To let it go, would but release me.
But on this earth then it would
no longer keep me....
So here I am I sit and brood...
What else is there that I can
Do....... Tracey Lee