Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
VipJo19Poems
Oh how the searing heat flows through my veins. Filled with Passion that rivals the hottest Sun. It blooms bright In hues of Reds and Golds. The snarl in my throat, With my sharp teeth, And my hot breath. Yet my tongue hangs limp and heavy. Petrified I stand. Vibrations through my chest. I feel my heart will seize its rapid beating. Nails like claws, I rake them through my flesh. Blood creeps from the cracks, And I can no longer stand. A cry for help, A cry for mercy. I know. I know. I know. Knowing is not enough. There must be action. There must be love. There must be an open mind. For Rage to fade.
0
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 2:49 AM UTC
Rage
Oh how the searing heat flows through my veins. Filled with Passion that rivals the hottest Sun. It blooms bright In hues of Reds and Golds. The snarl in my throat, With my sharp teeth, And my hot breath. Yet my tongue hangs limp and heavy. Petrified I stand. Vibrations through my chest. I feel my heart will seize its rapid beating. Nails like claws, I rake them through my flesh. Blood creeps from the cracks, And I can no longer stand. A cry for help, A cry for mercy. I know. I know. I know. Knowing is not enough. There must be action. There must be love. There must be an open mind. For Rage to fade.
I just got into this pitiful argument with my sister, and its the most irritating thing. Talk about triggers. I don't acknowledge my anger issues? Smfh. Gods, grant me peace, Gods grant me wisdom, and Goda grant me strength.
#anger#personal#issues#rage
VipJo19
Written by
VipJo19
27/Non-binary
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 2:49 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem