Poem – Still angry from 1996

I’ve been digging out some of my old poetry. I’m enjoying them

I think someone must have annoyed me but I can’t remember who. Maybe I was always just angry?

ANGRY

My mind is crippled

My emotions crawl

My memory limps

My psychology stalls

 

Shouting over the tramping of those worker ants

Standing in the shadow of these anorexic dwarves

My arguments decay into worthless rants

My best ideas become fodder for the wolves

 

There must be more than this

There has to be a way

That gives a sense of purpose

With something real to say

 

Somewhere between the mindless and the mean

Between the leaders and followers

What is and might have been

Between the sickeningly sweet and the vicious kick

Between the awesome mystery

Religion and the sick.

Somewhere between the ageing and the end

Between the discovery and death

The laws to break and mend

Between the exploiting cynic and the devotee

Between the moments that matter

And the lives of you and me.

 

There must be more than this

There has to be a way

That gives a sense of purpose

With something real to say

 

Opher 23.10.96