My rage

Swells from within.

It tells me to destroy,

And I'm lost amid the din.

I call out to God,

But he does not reply.

As I fall, broken, to my knees,

Crying at the sky.

My head falls,

My shoulders sink,

And a voice within,

Tells me to think.

"Who needs God?"

My true self scoffs,

"When has he helped you,

And taken you burden off?"

I hesitate,

For I cannot refute,

This argument,

I know is absolute.

But then,

I decide,

Why be mad,

If it will cost me my hide?

So I shun my true self,

And turn away from my kind

I'll walk the twilight path,

And I'll walk with clear mind.