Merry Go Round

I can’t clasp the light inside my mind

until I let go of anger’s dark shadow

echoing in bottomless well of the past.

I’m swilling poison but expecting

you to die within your hollow walls.

Beneath my acid etched soul

the scars are fading into nothingness,

my broken world is patched with twine.

Buzzards circling must be cast aside

to feast on his rotting meat

as my throbbing starvation reaches

the abyss but decides not to jump.

I will get off the merry go round

of my circling rage without you

throwing away my jar full of tears

taking out the trash of fury.

My hatred will no longer sleep

with the enemy of bygone days.