Screaming
All this rage inside
Is tearing me apart
As I die and hate
These thoughts within.
They beat me down,
Kill my spirit,
Whispering evil.
Their tongues dance
As my blood boils
Fearing the end.
The maternal growls
Ward off the hate
As love shines true.
1 comment:
Thanks for sharing this and welcome to the group, Dylan. Full disclosure from the start, bro, I have a decided prejudice towards imagistic pieces. I want to see the thing and preferably I want to see more than what's on the page. Put me down as a greedy bear that way. If you would listen to me though then I'd suggest that you find some thing that stands for what you're wanting to convey here or some person perhaps, some oddity about them or some interaction that reveals for your reader what you're trying to get out. But as I said in my admission at the beginning, I am assuredly biased and not everyone will agree with me.
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