1,000 Black Nights

Rage is a place kept permanently locked Who will give me the key to this city? What ribbon of therapy do I have to cut? I am so out of touch with its rough texture I run my fingers along its city walls and stall as I consider trespassing. I conjured it recently So struck by its force I saw stars from a thousand black nights A result of my neurons pressing weeping black wounds downdowndown into my nervous system just for them to seep out in other ways “Depression is anger turned inward” Terrifying screams surprisingly cut from my own vocal cords begin to reverberate Like an AI version of how it would sound if I werе actually, genuinely deeply enragеd I am rageful I have my reasons but it doesn’t scare me anymore Because I know rage is not forever It passes It has purpose and to deny it is to keep it alive