Solitary Confinement

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I. Must. Suppress. This purposelessness,

this purpled stain upon my pride.

This wanton rage fueled by wonton soup

and emptiness, tired of being ordinary

thirsting for some super power soup.

Black cowardly bile rises bitter,

and I must choke down the realization

of my own internal weakness

before the frustration fuse blows.

Insignificant ant, so easily crushed.

Insult added to injury by my lackadaisical

attitude, I am ruled by laziness.

Chained to a wall of my own making

I can only rant and rage poetically

from the constraint of my own heart

where I trapped myself, all alone.  

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