I Have To Ask

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I won't go into too much detail about how this poem was conceived as it is rather personal, but...while modesty is not something that particularly shows in this poem (of sorts), I was contemplating
what had just happened, and these were my immediate thoughts. This was written after a pretty nasty (verbal) argument with someone that...I'd rather not have arguments with.

Submitted: May 29, 2018

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I have to ask.

Does it bother you?

That I can command a victory of your rage at my will?

 

I used to be terrified, and still I’m scared,

But we have been down this road often enough

That your two greatest flaws, from which that victory can be commanded,

Are exposed for what they are. Your inability to reason, and your lack of education.

 

Your rage pathetic, hardly makes up for your lack of an argument.

An argument, no less, born of a wilful misunderstanding, folly rage and a foul temper.

You brought it on yourself, though when challenged, very soon buckled,

Under the burden of reason and rationality…Before wilfully succumbing to its absence.

 

It was loud, and it was fierce, but you did not command me, did you notice?

You lost control – the ONLY thing you ever used to have in times such as this.

And you lost it to me.

 

And there, my heart raced, trying not to tear under emotional turmoil.

My eyes fixed fast upon your lips out of which came a venomous tirade.

But I took it, still. Not out of obedience – I am past that level of stupidity.

No. But out of love, because I could see it was destroying you.

 

But let it be known, I kept my head, and did not, and WILL not be shedding a tear.

Under the wilful misunderstanding that it was I who was in the wrong.

 

See, I came to terms with the fact that this was not the case,

And I commanded a victory of your rage, at my will.  And I’m not sorry.

I have to ask.

Does it bother you?


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