Granite walls
Contain my feeble dismay
As I peer out to the world
With jealous and seething eyes

Deep within
My fury billows
From the hellfire
I’ve treasured far too long

Anger
Is but a futile cause
Which I must discard
To sprawl, for affection’s embrace

It is serpentine
A slithering ghoul
Yearning to force
The wind from my desperate lungs

I mustn’t recall
Relive, the grief of former years
And crush, every scrap of envy
I keep
For this proud and scornful age