Poetry - Rage


The animal within me wants release.
Its demanding … screaming for it.
I can’t, oh god I can’t let it out.

The animal has a name.
Rage.

It must be kept locked inside.
If released I don’t know what it will do.
I fear what it could do.

It will either consume me,
destroy those around, or
may hunt down the one that left.

Might do all of it.

It seeks revenge.
Hungers for vengeance.
Vengeance is what it craves.
Hate is what it feeds on.

I hear it screaming.
I taste it.
Feel it trembling within me.

It wants to punish.
In weak moments it enslaves me.
It’s craving becoming mine.
The thoughts and the anger
exhausting my soul.

I work so hard to try and control it.
It takes all that I am to keep trying.

Keep trying … keep fighting.
I have to, need to.

If I let it loose,
I will be gone.

Just a shell
for the rage to control.

Been there,
done that before.

Don’t want to go back,
Can’t go back.

I fear it,
more then I fear the darkness.
If it’s the darkness that consumes me,
then it’s the rage that takes over me.

Between the two,
where am I?
Is there anything left?

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