Hope For A New View

i feel my word have turned into rage 
its no longer just a stage

observing is not good enough 

the feeling of talking over myself 

i never wanted to use myself 

a steady look

a view from top to bottom 

i will write like this again when i have hit rock bottom 

do you see the difference 

my tension 

no relief in breathing 

i need a distance 

to befriend my demon 

see the flower rotting 

and describe its use and not its falling