The Shadow Self

The ugly dark side

‘til now they could hide

bubbles to the surface

no longer confined.

You, now a servant

They come not to confide

But to confront

Life’s lie

And it’s you who must listen

And you who abides

The abuses

To come

from their poison inside

It’s in there.

and damn ugly,

but you’ve seen the signs.

Mind’s Miscorrelations,

Screaming skulls blare

Wild-eyed headlight’s glare,

Flailed swings

fists flare

in confused directions,

fatal anger pent,

but denied,

as they once were,

so damn angry at the thought,

grown old left to rot,
...in endless halls

No rescue today

No tomorrow
then, 
if that be
My Fate...?
   
"To hell with you all!"

I am allowed to Rage

you know!

It’s not supposed 
to be this way

they say,

and dare not attempt 
to anticipate

because it’s coming from someplace unforeseen,

buried deep in gut, like a bile in the spleen,

oozing a grudge

that bore on their minds

born of anger

built-up

o'er a lifetime.

Going, 
but begrudgingly...

Gone, 
but
Not Resigned.