Burning Rage

Fists balled at my sides,
Contemplating suicide.
Questioning why did he go,
I guess I will never know.

As my life draws to a close,
One more time I blow my nose.
Burning rage surging through me.
How much longer will this be?

Rage, rage getting stronger.
Although it will not last much longer.
As my life comes to an end,
My very last tear is shed.


This poem was written on May 21st, 1997