Sometimes the light is not enough

Sometimes
the light is not enough
as if I'm staved for something
.... more
more than what I am
I listen to the siren's song of rage
dark whispers igniting madness
anger purifying the mind
St Augustine said it best
“Hope has two beautiful daughters
Anger and Courage
Anger at the way things are
Courage to change what they are”
and I'm mad
burning red with rage
an inferno of injustice inside me
I will lite the match and watch the world burn
do over
start from scratch
raze the foundations to the ground
and hope we can do better
as we pick up the ashes
of all our hopes and dreams
hoping we won't fuck it up
a second time