His anger.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Me and his anger. About the abuse of a stepfather.

 

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.


Submitted: April 14, 2012

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fallen ninja

great poem! i really felt the emotion

Sun, April 15th, 2012 6:56am

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thankyou :)!

Sun, April 15th, 2012 1:21am

AndrewSpade

wow....

Sun, June 3rd, 2012 6:32pm

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Thanks!

Mon, June 4th, 2012 6:19am

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