To The Death

Throttle, crush, smash, just
Nonstop devastation and
Cruelty abound.

I will make you so
Sorry that you ever crossed
Me. Choke you to death.

Rip your snide little
Grin right off your fucking face.
Struggle and suffer.

Burn in agony.
I hope you die blue in the
Face, gasping for breath.

I am pitiless.
They have pitted us against
Each other. Only

One can arise from
This pit, and it’s going to
Be me. No mercy.

Burnout

You’d think becoming

A doctor would lead to my

Deep fulfillment, an

Intersection of

My gifts and the world’s needs.

No. It’s all band-aids.

I save a life and

Forget it, beat my head on

The wall when I don’t

Know an answer. It’s

Ashes in my mouth. Reward

For years of struggle

Is to be beset

By insoluble problems.

I long for music,

Peace, rest, safety, an

End to toil and turmoil.

Sabbath of Sabbaths.