This poem is not mine. I found it on Booksie.com under the pen name of Barlee101. I asked the writer if I could use it and she said yes :). I connected with the words, and I've felt this anger many times before. It is a bit disturbing, but the best poems are.
My rage burns,
like a cigarette left on a drape,
My anger bubbles,
like salted water in a heated boiler.
I am about to overflow,
I am about to explode.
You do not understand,
you do not understand me,
what I am about,
who I am.
Who am I?
I have explained it to you.
Over, and over, and over again,
Yet you ridicule it.
You ridicule me.
You embarrass me,
anger me,
sadden me,
make my inside feel like a ticking time bomb.
My face feels hot,
my heart speeds up,
the blood in my veins is pulsing.
I see you,
sitting there,
you look so innocent.
All I want to do is hurt you,
punch that little face of yours,
pull all that perfect hair out.
You smirk that little smile at me.
I cannot take it anymore,
I release a scream,
I stride towards you,
knocking everything out of my way,
I grab your face with my fingernails,
I rip out your precious locks.
You yell for help,
people panic,
they try to pull me off you,
but I refuse.
I slap you,
hit you,
your skin is bruised,
your eyes half closed,
for you cannot take it anymore.
I have exhausted you,
but the adrenaline does not stop,
I do not stop.
I hit you,
again, and again, and again, and again.
You do not fight back anymore,
you lay there and take it.
You? Take it?
Impossible.
You lay there,
your expression in anguish,
it does not change.
You are not breathing,
what is wrong?
I call out your name.
I call it out again.
I fell your chest,
that is now purple because of my beating,
I feel a small beat,
no louder than a tap,
slowly slow down.
Your face is motionless,
I realize what I've done.
My legs shoot me up,
people try to grab me,
people try to sustain me,
but I am too strong.
I run away,
I run away as fast as I can.
No comments:
Post a Comment