Feelings, squirming, seething,
I feel sick and yet my heart is bleeding.
The whole world heaves
And I feel the ground beneath me greiving.
My hand, taking on the demanour of a demon,
Shakes and muscles clench,
Screaming out, for retribution?
Or is it simply closure, answers, in this world so filed with confusion?
I see him, I see her,
I can't quite see sense.
My trigger finger wants to make that final motion,
But my hearts not in the business of demolition.
I fall into a final pile at his feet, weep for myself, and the world,
Which has never seemed so incomplete.