Catharsis

I rejoiced when the storm clouds gathered
For the very core of my Being
Was clamoring for Destruction
Of the established order of thing:
The vortex of gloom that spun
Between frustration and despair.

I thrilled to the idea of smashing it to pieces
Of rending apart the inexorable funnel
That sucked with sickening tenacity everything
Into its selfish innards

I ached to Destroy
But the thought gave me no pain
For the pleasure-pain of Creation
Had taken precedence over all others
I rejoiced because I hoped to Construct
For from the Destruction of Evil
Does the Creation of Good crystallize.

I rejoiced when the storm clouds gathered...