The Chain

Trapped

in a crevasse, with walls smooth as silk,
lacking the footholds necessary for escape.
‘Tis here I stay, helpless, crippled
by my inability to release myself from life’s trap.

Frustrated

at the world for letting nature abandon me
in my despair. Where is hope when you need it?
As I sit, unable to rise to the surface,
this strong feeling grows immensely - frustration.

Angry

- intense anger consumes my entire being.
No longer can I contain the increasing vexation
nibbling at my feet, asking to be acknowledged
and released at last as legitimate anger.

Fury

is the next step I’ve yet to take,
The step where, when I see the next person
who steps over the crevasse I am in,
I will pull him in with me to suffer for not pulling me out.

The chain will never end.
It will grow in strength and numbers, as it has
in the past. It will grow in intensity,
Until the world is consumed in its wretchedness
And no one is safe.