Angst *head-wall* Angst *head-wall* Angst *head-wall*

Here there be words.

Deep, slashing words

that drag themselves with sharp,

anger spurting claws

down into the stomach and soul

of a lonely child who shakes and crumbles

as the fear and anguish of a thousand soldiers

rakes its way through the fragile subconscious

of the unknown and unwanted.

It is said that bad things happen for a reason

but there is yet to be a reason found.

Because the smile hidden grimace 

has brought nothing but pain

for days and weeks and months on end

so by the end of the day 

that one insignificant action

can cause a whirlwind of tears 

and heart wrenching screams

that no one can hear

behind the punk rock music

and steam bolted doors.


-Haley