Sleeping fury

By justahuman

Mon, 26 Nov 2018

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SLEEPING FURY....

Guess what...? I'm angry...
it's impossible, like fighting something mythical... it shadows me constantly, disguised as all kinds of enemies...
It's incredible that the war goes on...
It's hysterical that ammunition hangs round its shoulders, dressed as enforcer clutching an AK47, why I'm holding a pistol full of water dressed as a fluffy lamb ready for the slaughter...
My belly exposed and ready for tickling, staring up at Rambo knowing the war is never ending...
Always impending...
The beast will be disguised and thrives on hollow victories...

Attack... attack.. attack...
An arse hole carrying an arsenal and a grudge around in a great big sack...
dodging flack as another angry bird bomb lands...
RPG... RPG...
Fall to my kness... daily...
Crawl to the jungle to get shot at with arrows and toxic darts being spat at me..
Transforming into a giant insect that creeps and sucks the life out of me, infecting me with all kinds of disease...
Escape to Antarctica and get started on...
by a bunch of corruptible penguins coerced into thinking I'm the enemy...
Saved by Invisible arms grabbing and pulling me into a boxing ring, to have a fight I really don't want to be in...
With that old trainer Mickey shouting at me...
'get up you son of a bitch...'
like in that film rocky...
Legs wobbly...
Slowly believing the hype I rise, just to cop a below the belt blow to my nuts and a right hook to the eye... boxing becoming LMA as it lays the boot in, then administering a choke hold that sends me sleeping...

In recovery at home i remain sharp and guarded...
Im mindful there's a mine field in my back garden...
Unwound a mile of barbed wire and alarmed it...
I stay low...
talk in whispers, walk around on tip toes... dim the lights, lock the door n all the windows... but it buzzes my phone,
like a barrage of angry wasps as I'm reading, every one of those bastards stinging...
'Get up you son....'
Oh not you again...
and part of me wants to be retaliating... factually... telling some home truths and reacting...
Counter attacking...
running rings round it for 90 minutes n knocking a few in...
but it's counter productive...
I've lost count of the number of times I've tried this...
The monster is bulletproof and retarded...
dead hearted...
This creature feeds on it...
The negativity... The rage... the anger...
All makes it stronger...
No one can fight craziness... not even the carrier... and crazy got given the power and chose to sentence me to a life in the asylum...