Unrequitted rage
Searching for a chance to flea
this unrequitted rage.
Perhaps it will relinquish me
if written on a page.
This monster’s but a wrath in me
morphed out of tethered pain.
You cannot bind this darkness you see,
it grows in strength from dusk to day.
I can feel it fighting me
with every breath I take,
roots so ingrained within my heart,
that when it breaks away,
it too will take my soul
to keep
and me to fade away.
Why is there no negotiation
for this most unfortunate situation?
Is there to be no compromise,
or is he to only be your demise?
Why is there no rhetorical device
except only to suffice?
I shut the door to drown out her pathetic cries
only to remain staring at the painful pondering within her eyes.
The surrounding people drown out whats left of her urgent murmurs,
but the glass is clear aside from it’s corners.
She’s so small, so erratically pitiful,
and yet so extravagantly beautiful.
Weakend by years of being ignored,
craving only to be adored.
Her unyielding persistence,
is solemnly reflected in my existence.
I’m fighting the temptation,
to succumb to realization,
that her thoughts are mine;
As I drag the curtains to a close,
to fully ignore these emotional blows.
