His anger.

Reads: 218  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 2

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Me and his anger. About the abuse of a stepfather.

Submitted: April 14, 2012

A A A | A A A

Submitted: April 14, 2012

A A A

A A A


 

His anger.

 

Sight has been removed.

Its too black. Its too bleak.

Apathy and I reunited,

Coercively weak.

 

Everything tarnished, control slips.

Yet I crumble again.

Spirit bled out,

Forced repetition of Amen.

 

Fist made, your defiance snaps,

Upon your burden you beaten.

Squeezed and choked frustration.

Your control, consigned to oblivion.

 

You move before I see it,

My fist never released,

It stings crescent moons on my palm.

My own free will seemingly deceased.

 

I'm torn. Control and anger.

Your anger at its prime,

My control held firm.

I know who is the victor this time.


© Copyright 2019 HiddenLight. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply