Rage Boils On

Does the frustration ever well up in the soul
burn in your insides like a fire that licks away
from your toes to your nose
no real joy to be heard even thought it is seen
Feeling it is only in the mind
Your stomach is full of the rage as it seethes
Boils and toils in your nostrils your ears
consuming destroying
the thoughts are there to take a semi to the stop with one
hand to have the power surging through your fingertips
can you feel it?
Does it ever go away? The morning sun is hopeless when
the night candle burns a dark fire
A wick eaten and consumed with no oxygen left in your lungs
burning, yearning, a desire that cannot be satiated.
Anger, pure and evil, Red and Hot and Angry again, again, again,
You thrive on the thoughts of the past, the hatred the embarrassment
The lost dreams. Dreams not deferred just buried in the sin of life
The daily grind and pressure. You want to be everything to everyone until
Hughes words are bursting  and festering
It simply cannot be undone for it has won
The darkness is alone and the rage, boils on and on and on and on
On and on into the night until you just have to let it go.