I feel savage
inside
unrestrained ferocity
gnaws
at my spirit
every cell
has to
wrestle
being devoured alive
by lost hopes
that go bump in the night
When Hate
stabbed
the light of day .
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
I feel savage
inside
unrestrained ferocity
gnaws
at my spirit
every cell
has to
wrestle
being devoured alive
by lost hopes
that go bump in the night
When Hate
stabbed
the light of day .
I am not prone to fits of anger, while I do get angry , these emotions were an intense grieving anger . I wrote it in 2005, it is all about the how& why my husband of nearly twenty years dying made me feel so powerless , so sad and so lost.
