Rage Poem by Olivia Albrecht
Rage
Head falling heavily
finger nails clawing viciously
pain searing
muscles tense
mouth stretched
throat aching
mind spinning
eyes closed
Fat to bone
hands on face
horrible taste
fingers down throat
Knees on cold tiles
up comes bile
colors mashed together
It's getting weaker
Hands under cold water
reflection is there
hate is overwhelming
blood is boiling
legs twitch
arms itch
the Rage is here to stay
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4/26/2024 12:48:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is an intense piece of work! The lines are somewhat short, but you can feel what the subject is feeling and it makes this interesting! Write more! Titi