I was flawed by work and anger.

I was trapped in tight turmoil.

Enough to create madness.

And bring blood to a boil.

Such sinister thoughts and dramas.

All swimming in this head.

Not fit for sentence structures.

For the living or the dead.

All charred and burnt in payback.

All gummy dank and dark.

Sucking up to spirits good.

To find a hopeful, peaceful spark.