Rage of The Monster

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I woke up angry this morning, with rage and vengeance. I had this feeling to go and get in a fight.  I wanted to attack.

I feel as if I have been sitting back being pleasant to everyone around me.  While most have come to my door with pleasantness I have had many show up with anger and hate.

The part of me that loves people wants to let these people in and try and bring a smile to their face, try and change the sickness in them with what I believe is a better way.

But it is this where I want to fight.  I see these people who go after goodwill and happiness and I want to stomp them out of existence with all the rage and fury of a Neutron Star exploding.

Then I remember it is not my job to judge this person’s journey or how they interact and interpret the world.  It is only my responsibility to keep my door barred to such creatures that walk amongst me.

I am not a savior or a hero, I am another Joe on the Bus, trying to make it home.

When the terror of others madness corrupts my peace I have to be willing to keep them out.  And if they kick in my door, then and only then do I bring down the wrath and anger so uniquely refined by my years in Hell.

I will not suffer for the lot that stays amongst the sufferable Lot.  I will not fall victim to the cunning monster inside of me that whispers guidance to let the monster at the door in.

Of course, my monster wants company.

It is nonsense to believe I am above anything or anyone.  I am no better than anything or anyone, and I have been the monster at the door.

The Rage born of suffering, still lives and breaths deep within me and begs every so often to get out.

To destroy…

To right the wrongs…

To fight for me…

When in the End…

The Rage inside…

The Monster I made…

Only exists for one purpose…

Not to kill the monsters outside…

But…

To destroy the one that brought it into this unjust place…

To Kill the creator that allowed it life…

Because the Monster feels Rage at the world…

The Monster knows the Rage only grows with each kill…

The Monster knows that the only way to end the Suffering…

Is to end the one who breathed life into its Monstrous form…

The Monster does not see that He and I are one, so the monster given free rein will kill me to save itself and in so doing end Itself.

 

The End.

6 thoughts on “Rage of The Monster

  1. WOW. This is powerful. (Don’t think I didn’t notice your poetry at the end there Sir Poet.) Awesome imagery in this. I hope it helped to write it out. This would make a great spoken word poem.

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    1. Thanks I wanted to but I only felt like screaming haha

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      1. Some of my poetry is shouting…close to screaming. Feels good to get it out. Let it all out!

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      2. I need a screaming gif in these damn comments haha

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  2. So beautifully written. Exactly what I need to read when I can’t control the rage inside me

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    1. Thank you I am very glad you enjoyed reading. It was really therapeutic for me to write

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