Poem -
Purge
Billow of murk bleeds into my veins,
Emphatic, fingers trembling,
Entity manifests and quakes,
Emote in depth assembling.
Erratic, flesh begins to burn,
In dawn of dusk, yielding sanity,
Adrenalin thrusts into my chest,
Rising fire, imminent calamity.
I grind my teeth until they shatter,
Splintered bone and blood,
Eager to waste my bitter taste,
Unleash my rage for good.
Knuckles white with tightened grip,
Succumbed to blistering urge,
Intolerable shortened fuse,
I come alive to thrive on purge!
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Comments
Damn Simon your poetry topics, eloquence and style have blown me away!
Will be keeping an eye on you for sure.
Thanks for sharing your poetic talents here
x Carey x
Thank you so much. The same is to be said about you. Some inspiring work I have read of yours, I'll pop by to read more soon.
Powerful poetry Simon, rage is a great gift, dangerous, but great.
It can give is super strength when used against our enemies, keeps us from death, it's a sheild.
Rage on and rip this world from its sleeping slumber.
Thank you, rage is a powerful asset and yet such a destructive force too you're right! Thank you for your comment and vote.
I feel like this pretty accurately describes how I feel once the anxiety over possible danger transitions to the blissful exhilarating rush of rage in anticipation of justful violence against an eminent threat. Unfortunately people can see it in your eyes from a mile away and usually find that they were not in such a threatening mood after all. So, alas, it often goes unsatisfied. Nice work, though. ?
Thank you once again for your support, it means alot.
Wow, Simon so intense and powerful! Awesome write :)
Thank you so much.