The Rage comes expected now,
I can feel my blood boiling through my veins.
I have not always felt this way,
Not until the recent years.
But what do the years matter anyway?
We are all going to die, we should accept it.
The Rage I feel so often now,
The familiar, unrelenting rage,
Gives no mercy to those around me.
It should not be that way,
My Rage shouldn't be taken out on others.
Because, who knows?
The other people might be leading great lives,
Hidden from the horrors of the world,
The horrors I now live, that I can not get rid of.
What if I have passed on this Rage?
Passed it on to millions?
Who gave this curse to me?
Thousands of questions dwell in my mind,
Day after day.
Questions that I will never be able to answer,
I am expected to grasp the concept of my Rage the best I can.
How is someone chosen to deal with the curse?
Had they done something in the past to make it fall upon them?
To deal with the curse that would consume them beyond all reasoning.
I know not the answers,
All I am aware of is that the world is falling apart,
Because of this disease, curse, whatever you wish it to be called.
A contest entry
- I WANT SOMETHING DARK AND SCARY AND FRIGHTENING by esroddo.
475 points, ended September 29, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A very interesting write, You had my attention with every word, I love this stance;
"Hidden from the horrors of the world,
The horrors I now live, that I can not get rid of.
What if I have passed on this Rage?
Passed it on to millions?
Who gave this curse to me?
Thousands of questions dwell in my mind,
Day after day."
Thank you for entering and good luck
LISA
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Sad But True
I think you did a really good job on describing the curse of rage. I too wonder where the feeling came from. Best of luck
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Wow! Good job getting that down
I am impressed by the way you almost personify the phenomenon of anger, or rage, recognizing it has a life of its own.
As a person who has struggled to manage his anger for over three decades, I can empathize with the subject and theme.
Also, it is good that you broaden the scope of the subject, rage, by including the observation that the problem is global not merely individual or even confined to any certain community or nation.
Only the last line seems to stumble. The word "disease" yes, "curse" yes, but "whatever you wish it to be called" just seems like flat soda pop.
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