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