O Me! O Anger!

O Me! O Anger!

Of the screaming answers fading into the dark,

Of the shattered glass confessing under my trembling hands,

Of the night that devours me, the silent moon that watches,

Of the storm inside my skull, shards of glass echoing,

Of the guilt I press deep, slapping, slapping,

Of the breath that burns in my chest, heavy with regret—

The answers, O me, so heavy, so hollow, fading—

What mistakes did I carve into myself,

O Me, O Anger?