prisoner to rage

Molten bile rises in my throat

I spit it out with venom

The beast takes over,

I no longer care what i do,

What i say

What i think

Everything blanks out

I am awash in a sea of red,

Floating endlessly in this passionate rage

Words cease to find meaning

Everything is a blur

Inside I am a prisoner to my own wrath.

I crave freedoms sweet embrace

like the eagle kissing the lonely mountain tops

Please come and save me.

The End

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