Angst Choker

Angry at the world
Mad with myself
So much I've got inside to say
Without a vehicle to be heard
Years I've spent listening to opinions
I've gotta avoid becoming one of the minions

Knowledge is power
But what use is power
Without the knowledge to use it?

Each and every hour
My mind slowly withers like the flower
Starved from the sun and the rain
What's a man's capacity to withstand pain?
Once the thresholds crossed
Will I ever be the same again
Tattooed on the brain
Like that immovable blood stain

This is one of many poems I wrote over 10 years ago and have only recently come back to so thought I would share to see people's feedback as I start to get back into the swing of things. Thanks for reading.