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Jan 2013
With Tarnished heart and clouded soul,
Anger the fuel to achieve my goal.
Like hunting cat I stalk my prey,
Watch them weaken day by day.

Senses tuned the time has come,
Now don't you go do something dumb.
My sight is clear, vision blurred,
My mind at war split in two like whey and curd.

I falter back stall my advance,
The time has passed I missed my chance.
Why did you wait a fool’s errand I gave,
To Anger now I am his slave.

I toile in the shadow of how it used to be,
Doing his ***** work for the eternal world to see.
He holds the reins and pushes on,
I cannot seem to find - the good is gone.

I sleep each night with a tear in my eye,
In the back of my head I wish I could just die.
I want it to change I really wish it would,
I want it to change if I try I'm sure I could?

I can't break his grip he holds me so tight,
I know I have tried with all of my might.
He puts me in a corner for the world to shun,
For all of the bad that he has done.

A part of me as I am of him,
The future for us looks rather grim.
I need to stand up for what I believe,
But always it seems he has an ace up his sleeve.
Michael-Kent Dobison
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