I feel the rage burning from your eyes
As you strike me with your kitchen tool
It's that devil in you I despise
Your vicious tirade smacks me most cruel
Wishes won't expunge your gruff disguise
Even as we square off to duel
Why can't you just love me without fear?
I never asked to enter this place
You've built a vessel that you can't steer
Which hobbles along with such disgrace
You constantly decimate that pier
Raving madly like a basket case
Words filled with venom stun my fresh ear
Claiming how much I've stolen from you
I just wish to fly away from here
To tickle that mighty sky of blue
You spread my bearing like a pap smear
Before jostling my brain all askew
Where did your nurturing instincts go?
I cower beneath my bed again
As I beg my ambition to grow
My heart quivers faster than a wren
While my resolve turns into jell-o
Your cursing ire masks a bleak omen
I'll take all the blame without any shame
So you can find your calm as before
The one thing we share is a surname
Malice proves a disease without cure
Until I'm free I'll be taking aim
This creative mind shall be savior
'My heart quivers faster than a wren While my resolve turns into jell-o' Only those who have seen one will know how fast that heart beats... It beats like this poem... At a pheonominal rate... Colin J...
Interesting, drama ”scenes” … ”This creative mind shall be saviour» it is fine, the creative impulse combines safety of the future relations … /!
As the plot progresses the tension thickens, revealing the rage of love gone cold. I especially enjoyed the richness of language found in the well written poem.'Words filled with venum...' Great work! 10/10
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I would like to translate this poem
'This creative mind shall be savior' Rachel Ann Butler