Raging Thoughts 
 

Raging thoughts fly across the room. 
Betrayal, deceit, anger, jealousy, prejudice. 

The thoughts are not processed, but applied with bluntness. 

A sledgehammer of mental anguish, 

a cacophony of psychic screams, 

a blinding fireball of disharmonic thoughts! 

Why do they, how can they, who do they think they are!? 

This is what the thoughts yell for. 

Yet I know. 

The thoughts cover the logic, 

cloud it like a mist, 

I can see it ahead 

yet not quite make out its shape. 

Realization is not a revelation. 

For even as my better judgement steps in 

I know the hate is still there, 

I know the jealousy is still there, 

I know the self pity is still there. 

Growing stronger and meaner and all the more resentful. 

And then the pin drops. 

I lash out unthinkingly 

Unfeelingly 

Subconsciously, 

Unaware of the consequences. 

Then the mist lifts 

And the rage is engulfed by guilt. 

Why did I, how could I, who do I think I am? 

To control your rage is to control your fears, 

And I am still afraid. 
 
 

(C) Copyright 1999
CRAIG PARKES
All Rights Reserved

The Nexus Collection
CRAIG PARKES

Caged
Death
Fear

Goals Got and Shortsighted Plans

Listening to Shadows

Looking through my Window

Numb

Past Long Present

Raging Thoughts

Stainless Steal

Words are my Wings




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