The Rising

I feel the rage rising again
Bubbling and flowing through my veins
Through my brain
Compelling me to return to the slip….

It’s the only card I’ve had to play
Dealing with my wrought-out pain
It led me somewhere yesterday
Anything you say
Anything you say

And now the lines of fate arrive
Been fighting life like a slow screw drive
All that’s left is will to survive
Until I die
Until I die
Until I die

I awake and shake the lucid dream
Of carelessness and beauty queens
Life’s so right and bright and clean

The rising halts

I let out a scream

And the rage
Does slip

© 2003 John P. Fontana