rage

a poem

photo by alexander zvir

do you want to see my rage

it claws at heaven,
bare-handed,
demanding answers 
for this punishing life 

rage against god
for the breath he gave
and the suffering stitched within 

rage against the empire,
machinery churning
false promises

rage for every hope
bled dry through greed 

i will show you
the fury of survival 
without salvation

rage for the woman 
left behind,
forgotten by a god
they said was watching

forgotten by the world 
that demanded praise, 
but mercy was needed 

am i meant to thank
the heavens 
for a fractured life,
while others rise
in gilded resurrection

i can show you rage

it’s buried 
in the graveyard
alongside my prayers
and dreams