Revenge, sounds like fun, sounds like healing doesn't it? Revenge, sounds like justice, but is it? Hate is a wall we build within. That wall reaches the heavens, and revenge can turn everything dark. The knife that we pulled from our back with revenge, has now stabbed us straight through the heart.
I have since learned how to temper the storm that is me. On the outside at least. Inside however the wind still rages. The waves still beat with an unforgiving furry. I have not known stillness in quite some time. With stillness, peace has also been a stranger. Every day I fear that the storm I have caged will break free and show the world it’s wrath.
I bought a book whose prompt was to write about a storm.
Writhing, wroth and seething anger. From this fool arose the urge to strangle. Fiery hatred burns forth like the breath of a dragon. An all consuming wrath that overflows the flagon. From this worthless, living man lies the issue. As I choke the very life from his dying brain tissue. From this mental fantasy I finally awake. Taking a life - Ah! what a piece of cake!
I was on Facebook and saw a post where someone was challenging people to write a poem using the words dragon, strangle, cake and brain tissue. So I thought for a while and wrote a little bit. Then this is what I finally ended up with.
Let me walk along the roads like a wanderer I’ll glance at the beggars Side eye the kids walking home Someone asks if i'm selling I say not today The nights are cold Grass and dirt stain my old clothes Traffic sounds Anger and wrath Where am I going? Where will I go from here? I don't know
for some reason lately all i want to do is hurt myself.