9/11

because of the anger unwarranted
the frustration boils over
the pot steaming, red and bitter

if everyone were like me
i would be one of them
so my positions hold - guarded

i cared because i do
without ally nor foe
only the raging, one-sided
debate waged between temples

the lust of power is the lust for death
winds heavy with clinging summer
the ache imagined more hurtful than
the pain realized

no answers no questions
only lies and perceptions
if i hate them perhaps i hate myself