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In the daily quarrel When words fall upon ****** and deaf ears Repetition is agitating Boiling beneath the flesh Festering like a toxin of lingering potency Snaking its way into the corners of the mind Push it down, cast it away Do not allow the flames to become you Gripping tightly Perhaps too much so As it snaps beneath the pressure Only a fraction made visible The rest to be silenced Only audible for one mind Screaming and thrashing Just beneath the surface Stain the paper Clutch the fragments Dispose of the now useless thing Punishment surely to ensue For breaking things isn’t the answer they like Purse your lips Bite your tongue Until it bleeds Clench your fists Knuckles white Ding your nails into your palms Walk away Hold the chaos at bay Pull the chain For fighting would only be in vain Causing nothing put pain None, of which, for the enemy Seething in a soundless cage Is the inextinguishable rage Fed in every passing day Relentless, and you know what they say; There is no rest for the wicked Push me far enough And I will not hold back Break me enough And I will become the monster you made me Uncaged, unleashed My tongue dripping acidic poison My eyes visions of flames My arms stained with well-worn lies My hands red with “discipline” My feet tired from running My hair wild and untamed as a storm cloud My clothes holding me tighter than a withheld breath My will stronger than the iron fist wielded upon me Let me go Let me walk away Before I let it all go The raging fire I hold at bay. - Jay M April 6th, 2021
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Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 3:11 PM UTC
Bigger Than My Bones
In the daily quarrel When words fall upon ****** and deaf ears Repetition is agitating Boiling beneath the flesh Festering like a toxin of lingering potency Snaking its way into the corners of the mind Push it down, cast it away Do not allow the flames to become you Gripping tightly Perhaps too much so As it snaps beneath the pressure Only a fraction made visible The rest to be silenced Only audible for one mind Screaming and thrashing Just beneath the surface Stain the paper Clutch the fragments Dispose of the now useless thing Punishment surely to ensue For breaking things isn’t the answer they like Purse your lips Bite your tongue Until it bleeds Clench your fists Knuckles white Ding your nails into your palms Walk away Hold the chaos at bay Pull the chain For fighting would only be in vain Causing nothing put pain None, of which, for the enemy Seething in a soundless cage Is the inextinguishable rage Fed in every passing day Relentless, and you know what they say; There is no rest for the wicked Push me far enough And I will not hold back Break me enough And I will become the monster you made me Uncaged, unleashed My tongue dripping acidic poison My eyes visions of flames My arms stained with well-worn lies My hands red with “discipline” My feet tired from running My hair wild and untamed as a storm cloud My clothes holding me tighter than a withheld breath My will stronger than the iron fist wielded upon me Let me go Let me walk away Before I let it all go The raging fire I hold at bay. - Jay M April 6th, 2021
Anger to a tyrant.
#anger#rage#flames#monstrous
Wandering_Spirit
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20/GF/the void
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 3:11 PM UTC
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