Forgive Me Please

I held onto anger, rage directed at the world
And the world was idle, blissfully unaware.
I held a sword toward it, struck the earth
And it didn’t even flinch
Or act with annoyance
Like a man swatting at a fly on his thigh.
No, the world was unharmed
And the sky continued to go from dusk to dawn
And the sun set and rose all the same.
The world could not know my contempt
When it didn’t even know my name
Or the sound of my feet on the stairs.
I am a living ghost
Screaming my misgivings
But even the echoes are getting softer,
Met only by oblivion
To be swallowed whole into nothingness.
The world is not unkind,
It is simply unaware.
My rage was misplaced, then.
How could I be angry at the world?
Its indifference reduces me
Like a dog.
I will not let that become me.
I forgive you, world.
I will become you.

-k.r.r.