Tuesday

Icicled torments
Red in anger
Burning with rage
Trickling down the caverns
Of my mind unseen

Quivering embers
Of a dying desperation
To capture the raw
To tear the red blood of life
To claw the skin of life
To ravish the soul of life

To torture life’s creation
To crush the marrow of the mind
To wield the pickaxe of death
To stab the ice pick of indifference

Till all that lies gasping
Breathing its last
Is just pure unadulterated life
Embraced by love.

Tuesday morning. 9AM. At work.