Poem – Rage

I feel it rise up from within.
Do not know where it is coming from
or what it is.
Yet, I have to control this license to kill.
A megaton explosive!
It rises up as the villagers run
from the base of the mountain.
Unfortunately, some get caught in the vents of steam getting singed to death.

The land was fertile, the valley at peace.
There was no telling of the danger, the impending doom.
A nice place to live…
Controlled environment, safe from harms way.

A twist in my reality
viewed an unexpected insult, causing the ground to crack
on top of the pressures of the day.
The safe and controlled
had become a rising lava flow,
spilling over to wipe the village away.

Where did all the people go?
Why am I left so all alone?
I am a great mountain
with fertile land.
Why doth everybody run away?

The angry could not see
within the blindness of its rage. It only asked, “why?”
Why do others stay so distant?
It had no light to see with sight . . . Until SALVATION!
Maybe it will one day,
beyond transition, there is freedom.

R.A. Feller