Anger... The blemish on my heart, my soul, my body.
The black tar running through my veins, screaming and burning for release.
The poison forms arrows pulling me in the harmful direction.
All I want is a way for my anger to be relinquished from my body.
I feel like there is only one way to get this vial, black anger out of my body.
My last resort, the one way I don't want to go.
My mind is holding me back, but my emotions scream, "Go, you know this is the only way."
I cannot take it.
My emotions and my mind at in a battle an my broken heart is in the cross fire.
The chains my mind has places to tether me down, stop me from the certain pain my emotions are driving me too.
The chains... are growing weak.
My will to fight evaporating with every searing pump of my boiling blood.
My body has let my emotions become the over-ruling dictator of my every move.
The dictator has thrown an anchor, but it has hit the mark, the Reason's nightmare.
That silver piece if pure terror.
Hidden non page 32 where no one will find it.
Placed in one place I know no one will look.
Silver steel hidden and pulling me closer.
My fight is further dispelled, my strength only a sliver and I know if I give in my dignity will flow down my arm with the red ribbons.
This is a battle I can not fight alone.
My reinforcements are called to pry the anchor from the grips of Silver.
Words of kindness are the weapons used.
Every word, every sentence, every "they are typing", pries the grips of that anchor from the piece of silver nightmare.
They strengthen my resolve, build back that barrier.
The dictator is being overthrown.
The power shifts back into my hands.
I control my fate.
Emotion has no control anymore.
The thought of silver slips on the back of my mind, with the hopes of never returning.
For the night the battle ha been won.
A victory called for me.
The battle of emotion and anger versus willpower and strength has resolved.
The victor takes the rightful place as ruler of my body.
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My Poetry
PoetryI have decided to start posting my poetry. Most of my poetry is written in the form of spoken word poetry that is also known as slam poetry. I also have some of my poetry that is just like free verse. I don't write my poetry for the approval of othe...
