Fury

Something a bit different from my depressing poetry.

The untold evils of the world,
Fester in my soul.
Murder, rape, and crimes unspeakable,
Feed my fury's fire.

The ravages of life,
Of people who have forsaken me,
I have remembered,
And have locked the pain away.

Blinding anger rises,
Coursing through my mind.
My fears are pushed away,
And my body soars high.

The flames of rage,
Burn uncontrollably,
Consumes my being.
I wish I could hold back,
But this time, I’ve snapped.

Broken, like a twig,
The sluice that held back my fury.
The wrongs, the rights,
Matter not to my insanity.

This horror was brought forth,
With a caustic look,
And a loathsome repartee.
Now one will drown,
Within my rage.

The red fades and I look down,
I see a body,
Someone strewn upon the ground.
“What have I done?!?!”
I scream to the world,
The anger I’ve held in,
Has finally come unfurled.

Now I sit,
With my fury rising,
On a small cot,
Behind the iron bars.
My rage is building,
Once again it rises and rises,
I feel I may never be the same.

~Zoo
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Reply #1 Top
dude!!! I can relate.
Reply #2 Top
dude!!! I can relate.


Dude, that's awesome.

Thanks, Mod.

~Zoo
Reply #3 Top
This... is a bit different from your normal writing, and to be honest, the depressing crap was getting me down.

But this kind of switch makes me wonder if you need to talk.

Stay calm big man, and don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Beebes