Zero-G Rage

Countdown in my chest,

ticker’s twisted like a grenade,

Pressure builds, I’m bullet‑proof but shaken,

not afraid. Strap me to the rails of a dream that’s ready

to explode, Sky full of questions,

I’m the answer on the road.

Lights go green, mean heartbeat in a magnesium haze,

Rocket breathes fire, I spit desire into the stratosphere maze.

Torque in my throat,

I choke on the words unsaid,

Trails of smoke paint the truth that I never read.

Satellite static, my mind’s a manic map of scars,

Galaxies spinning like the wheels we left in parking cars.

I’m a stranded astronaut with anthrax in his atlas,

Mapping broken compasses, toss the map — what have I got left?

Thrusters punch the doubt,

but the doubt punches back harder,

Black hole of bad nights,

I’m the only one that’s smarter?

Stitching seams with subliminal screams,

I scheme, I salvage,

I’m blasting past the banquet of the banal and average.

All systems go, but my system’s got a glitch,

Space feels like a mirror and the mirror’s got an itch.

I’m orbiting the edges of the man I used to be,

Looking for a landing pad that’s not a memory.

Zero‑G rage, heart in orbit,

mind in cage, Rocket to the unknown,

pages burn on the stage.

I’m floating through the noise,

static in the sage,

Zero‑G rage — no gravity,

no

gauge. Push me past the pushback,

past the pale of day,

I’ll face the void,

I’ll trade the sky for the way.

Cabin fever fevered, tethered to a headache sun,

I replay the launch commands like sins that I’ve begun.

Telemetry is telling me I’m lonely by design,

Every star’s a bullet hole in the story of my mind.

Comms are cutting out like the lies I used to tell,

Eject the ego, rage or row?

Hard to tell. I floss with meteor dust,

dental floss of the damned,

I’m scrubbing past regrets with a gloved and steady hand.

Docking with the unknown,

it bobbles like a joke,

But jokes get serious when the cosmos starts to choke.

I pace the cabin floor like it’s a court and I’m a

jury, Gavel made of carbon,

verdict’s fury in a hurry.

Ignition, permission — collision with precision,

Vision tunnel‑vision, ambition’s incision,

Manual override, my pride is on the line,

I rhyme for the lifeline,

sign for the lifeline,

fine. Meteor slams, damn — scramble all the plans,

Hands on the panel,

I scandalize the sands.

Star map ripping, tripping on the midnight drips,

I flip the script,

I grip the ship,

I sail the crypt.

Zero‑G rage, heart in orbit,

mind in cage, Rocket to the unknown,

pages burn on the stage.

I’m floating through the noise,

static in the sage,

Zero‑G rage

— no gravity, no gauge.

Push me past the pushback,

past the pale of day,

I’ll face the void,

I’ll trade the sky for the way.

If I touch the dark,

will it touch me back?

That’s the question, A thousand constellations and none give me confession.

I’m missing mother’s voice like radio gone low,

She says “come back down,” but the pull won’t let me go.

I’m chasing single suns like a sinner seeks a script,

Every orbit is a sentence and my ticker’s getting clipped.

But somewhere in the hush,

there’s a hammer and a spark,

A stubborn little ember punching holes into the dark.

I aim for more than escape — I’m aiming to be found,

Not just another echo circling the sound.

So I knot my fears,

I feed my faith,

I flip the switch,

Turn the void to vantage,

switch the itch to pitch.

They told me don’t look down,

so I fold the map,

I stare ahead, My past is in the wake,

a comet tail of lead.

No parachute on my pride,

I’m falling up instead,

I’ll plant a flag on the maybe and bed it in the

dread.

Zero‑G rage, heart in orbit,

mind in cage, Rocket to the unknown,

pages burn on the stage.

I’m floating through the noise,

static in the sage,

Zero‑G rage — no gravity,

no gauge. Push me past the pushback,

past the pale of day,

I’ll face the void,

I’ll trade the sky for the way.

Zero‑G rage, I’m weightless but I’m loud,