The Current Events Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

The angel of the house has it's way again as I desist in my attempts to scribe something coherent.
Familiar messages following rhythmic patterns of self-destructive climactic waste.
Oh she's so close but impossible to attain.
This is what reminds me that I am unavailable for comment when the reporters show up to question my motives and ruin my ideas of perfection. Surrounding people wrapped in their own frustrations.
It's now unnecessary to provide them with any ample evidence to evince the shadows of self-glorification.
Please oh please I plead that I can maintain control long enough to achieve something worth mentioning.
Or perhaps my lips are too chapped to speak another word without splitting. So instead I live vicariously through the youth who admire who they think I am.
Hahahorible hypocrites encircle me as I join their ranks.
Unsure of the motive from the ethical remnant of society.
'Who is here to save the commonplace fool? '
This is what I repeat as resolve depletes.
For now the adrenaline is enough to suffice the journey minus the subsistence of food.
What could fill this more than the one I long for?
At least I know that she'll be happy without me.
I'm the one who's making a grand ordeal of this escapade.
Too many mistakes on too many lines finally silence the beating of my heart. Oh too long and too well known among the falling heroes of this era. Speaking whispers of desperate attempts to ignite what once burned like a blow torch.
Empty threats composed in my head of what I'd do to seek vengeance, but I know as well as all that I am incapable of honesty in the endeavors of wrath. Tap your feet and clap your hands because that's the only comfort left to validate our void promises and inconsistent literary and verbal trash.
I cannot cease this constant flow of emotion long enough to compose clarity. Clarity, and now it's very clear what is to be done.
I am done.