Some days it’s like this


Making it through a day
A bloody one
Rage and hate push through
the Fields Of Kindness
Fill my head with obscenity

It is too loud
I want it to stop
I want to be nowhere at all

Bang. Bang. Bang.
Kicking my heels like jackhammers
So hard,
my feet fly off
Ugliness gushes from the stumps

In my desperate mind
(where an armoury of disturbing objects live)
I find an assault rifle

I mow myself down
Blow myself up
All the bloody pieces of me
Turning the Fields Of Kindness
into frontline combat

And, I hate everything
Especially, the Kindness and Mercy
that hold me anyway


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