Angry self

An angry self soaked in blood,

Encaged in a potential well,

Boiling, overflowing like flood:

Reminiscent of a man-made hell.

An angry self of that I am,

Drowning in the high seas,

Bereft of my will to mind

Enslaved by idiosyncrasies;

Of those that matter 

And of those that don't,

Nonetheless in harmful wont!

An angry self, live but dead

Inside my thinking head,

Crying out for air of will

To stretch beyond the hill.

An angry self beyond repair,

But crying out for a rebirth,

For freedom to think and say

Beyond the depth and  girth,

Of a society in  decay.