Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Rage

Gnashing at the deepest chord,
Squeezing, straining
breaking my heart.

Overpowering is this stench of pain

Needles through the deepest veins

Pricks you here

and scrapes you there

Screams inside

the sound proof head
It hurts and hurts
but hear no wail.

No No. No way.

No words we say.
No words can speak
this anger's sway.

Wiped out. Wiped clean.

No trace remains
of love...of care
of friendship plain.

It's red, it's black
or ashen flame.

It burns and burns
and breaks the chain.

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