Bitter Tragedy (Inescapable Evil) Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

Just below the surface, anger seethes.
Raging, coursing, through my veins.
My sight turns red, the rage still teems,
Satan's hold on me still reigns.

My thoughts are filled with images, wicked.
My hands are seen around her throat.
Were you to see me, you'd be sickened;
I just want to watch her choke.

My soul, inside, it's all jet black.
Evil, Satan's spawn, incarnate.
Can I ever get my life back?
I'm doomed to Hell; this is my fate.

I need help; can you save me?
Am I already too far gone?
This was not what I longed to be,
But I've been evil far too long.

I look around me, eyes so frantic,
Searching for some small escape.
This, my life, is far too tragic;
Inside, I feel my lost soul break.