Endless Anger

 Mar 19, 2024

    The liar was backed into a corner. He squirmed and wailed. I enjoyed seeing his desperate pleas. I had lost compassion. I tried to remind myself of the larger truth that we are all one. “It’s just a game,” I told myself.

    I tried to rise up from the floor. I tried to come to an agreement about my place in the present moment. It’s all that there was. I was tired of the evil. I was tired of the boredom. I was being treated like I was stupid. I didn’t know how to make it stop. I tried to pray for them. I had tried to share my well-spring of love. Nothing seemed to be changing.

    The flame burned all through the house. No one could have seen it coming. They should have known that they would’t survive. They tried to grow their confidence, but they became hopeless. The flames devoured everything. The stairs collapsed. Now they were trapped. The roof began to sink. The walls crumbled. The sky was so far away. The heat was overwhelming. 

    A playful group of dogs buried all evidence of their crimes. They were sick. Something had broken them. Their minds had been torn apart from the time when they were children. The world raped them. They knew nothing about the truth. Their lives seemed destined to go nowhere. They repeated the emptiness of their mother’s and father’s. The world felt grey. 

    It was all a reflection of her mind. The energy that was just beyond reach teased her. She was always told about how to change her situation. She felt tricked. She was back where she’d started. Nothing seemed to make a difference. She resigned to live her life behind closed curtains. She wouldn’t complain any longer. She didn’t expect anything from anyone. She no longer felt disappointment. 

    His head bled with pressure. It was pounding. His family tried to get into his bedroom. He had gone too deep. They couldn’t reach him now. This was for the best. The law of the universe was such. 

    I am feeling so bored with life. Why am I living a boring life. Nothing seems to be happening. Nothing is going on. I’m not going anywhere. I feel useless. I’m not contributing anything to the world. I’m not moving things forwards. I’m not making a bigger difference. I’m just waking up and working and going to sleep. It feels so pointless.