I am too angry to write
My words will burn through the paper
Tear it to shreds
Smoldering anger
Burst into flame
Will destroy
Whatever I write
I am so angry that it feels like
Bleeding
Pouring out from deep within

Inner demons break the seal,
secrets rip their seams.
What's hidden claws a way outside.
They infiltrate your dreams.

Try. Get them back, futilely, once they start adrift.
The once same world of light and dark now has a wider rift.

The bridge back home is treacherous.
Good luck, no turning back.
I just hope the destination's not the thing you lack.

I wait by the road for your return,
for all that's left is pain.
By the time that you get back,
my tries will be in vain.

The love I gave you now is lost,
the time I spent, a waste.
The words you said at first were sweet,
but leave a bitter taste.

I'll wait by the road for your return,
but time will surely tell.
Think back to the day when we first met,
when your heart for me fell.