The Purging of angst.

The Purging of Angst

Entertaining my emotions
I open the door to my soul
Wincing as the hinges creak

Tonight is to be one of those nights
the kind that renders it
impossible to find peace...

Unless, unless I do what is
being demanded of me

Tonight I must purge the angst,
feeling the nausea start to come
over me at the prospect of
knowing what I must do,

I sit forward with pencil in hand and
heart on the floor

The tortured scribe with a past is my character now, so
sit back all ye readers

For my play is about to unfold

keep your playbill ticket stub
for a keepsake, for this is
a rare showing this play:

First scene: The purging of Angst

Darcy Quinlan