They say those things
And pretend they care,
But behind their masks of sympathy
They are laughing at my inability
To shake their brutal authority.
And what can I say?
So I close my eyes,
Clench my fists,
And let the red waves of hate wash over me,
The fury erupt within me,
The fiery frustration and anger take over my mind,
Burn me to the core,
Until all I can feel,
All I can hear or smell or taste,
All I can see
Is the scalding, sweltering, scorching scarlet,
The searing crimson of rage.
A contest entry
- Release Inner Anguish (Dark poetry from Dark poets) by Girl With Guitar.
1300 points, ended August 9, 2007, 60 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - 3 Part Contest: Part 1- Rage [[BIG POINTS]] by GiftedPsychosis.
1500 points, ended August 7, 2007, 26 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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love the imagery.
retreating within oneself to suppress the rage.
i really like this. -
wow. fiery. i absolutely love the title and i can picture this whole thing perfectly. well written
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Oh, very dark, very rageful. I really like this poem.
Great job and good luck in the contest! -
Amazing work here. Thank you for the entry.
(Kick 'em in the nads!)
Bandaid.
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