The Revolution Poem by Wyatt Epple

A bloodless revolution takes over the remainder of my being
as my soul yearns for a new life.
A relentless altercation between me
and myself
wears thin the bounds of sanity,
and tears down my mental blockade
of all things belonging to the optimist.
The 'me' that gasps for the surface,
(and one last breath)
is banished to the depths by the less perfect,
inhuman form.
My mutated self erupts in a blood-curdling scream,
brandishing its victory,
its slaughter of humanity.
And upon hearing the cry, the righteous beings mourn
for their fallen comrade.

(9/22/10)