Fight

I feel the pressure building

Steam, rising

Water, rolling

Cascading down the sides of my pot,

Sizzle, steam, and char the burner. 

Option 1: let the fucker burn. 

Watch it destroy everything in its path,

Sterilizing as it goes,

Wiping the slate clean.

Option 2: turn the fucking heat down.

Watch the bubbles begin to fade,

And the water go back to calm,

Demolishing only that which was initally charred. 

It's too damaging

To fight

When it's so easy

To simmer. 

Train

Black as the morning night

Blurring by at speeds of "high"

Random spots of reds and greens

Streak by these large, ominous, windows

Yellow lighting leaves a bitter taste upon your skin

While you watch the sewer grates steam in the cold

Random thoughts upon cell phone paper

Black and white font 

Blends to grey

Defy

How dare I 

have the audacity

to think I matter?

Change

I keep waiting 

Waiting

And waiting

For this feeling to dissipate.

For this wrong

To turn right. 

For the unsettled

To reconcile. 

It's not. 

It hasn't. 

It won't. 

How can anything change,

If I change nothing?

Hold, please

I just want you to hold me
to soak up a little of my pain.