Rage

Rage

 

The fractured shards of broken glass, the crash of sirens, the smell of hash

Of pain and hope, intertwined in acid, of mindless rage, the taste of wet grass

 

I walk in pain, this life a farce. 

Cursed son of Cain, slave to dark arts

 

To render time, we worms of smoke

For the greatest lie is a tale of hope

 

To seek truth on a razors edge 

A taste of blood, a delicious red

 

I live and die a thousand times

This riddle and rhyme a desperate lie

 

Take me to the promised land

Where screams and shadows walk hand in hand

 

I bid you go, your music screams of blight

I seek the crows, your notes a poison of light

 

My rage untamed, I shout, the pain so tender

This final song, to darkness I surrender

 

◄ Goodbye My Friend

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Martin Elder

Sun 21st Apr 2019 14:43

This has a real lyrical flow about it for me which puts me in mind of being equally suited as a song as a poem


Nice one

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Vautaw

Sun 21st Apr 2019 03:43

I dare say you could command a legion to follow you into the darkness with your powerful poems. ❤

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The Carbon Quill

Sun 21st Apr 2019 00:59

Keith,

Thanks. This one flowed at 1am

CQ

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keith jeffries

Sat 20th Apr 2019 18:27

A powerful voice of anger and hoplessness. Despair rings out loud and clear. A poem rich in expression. This is good poetry

Thank you for this
Keith

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