Grudge

Rotten memories shrivel and disfigure

Your hazy recollection

Of a feeling unrestricted

Running through your mind

with no inhibition

You're soured and depressed

There's a reason for this

The voice grabs you, it connects

With your instinct and your whims

It feels good, all this anger

But those thoughts just mangle

Into a beast untamed

And though you thought it's useful

It's just causing you more pain

As you trudge through the sludge

Caused by your own brain

You find comfort in laying the blame

In holding the grudge.