The Anger that burns inside creates a Hatered that cant be spoken with words.
As a voice deep within screams to be heard, my only choice is to remain silent.
For the burden that weighs down my inter-being, is forcing me to cause a scar upon my skin.
A scar that continues to bleed without cause, that starts to take its effects.
As I remain to feel no sense of direction or no calm to relieve my thoughts, I dont think i can live on anymore. For this pure hatered wont stop its rampage. It rages inside my mind, and the laughing crowd wont stop their torment.
They all come to see the headless being, throwing rocks and stones to keep me cast aside.
So I have no other option but to write my contented thoughts away to bring SOME sort of well being.
But is this truly my only answer?
No one will help me succeed or help bury my dead within the sand.
But one day...one day they will see the man with so much pure hatered rise above the ashes and scar those that have been scratching me for so long. Then I, myself will have the last laugh to prove their case wrong. Just to have a final grin upon my face will bring this world all the content its been asking for...

Tweet

Comments on this poem/writing:

Click here to read other Poems by Kadhir

Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack

COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved.   No part of this website, including all pictures and written words,  may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without  permission of the original author of the work.  All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner.  All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: dreamer@dreamersreality.com  so the proper person may be notified.