Beaten Rage Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

I wish I could undo the rage
Put aside or upon something more than pain
In mine, I am, I was to gain
Are damned; I am the blame

Tell me little me inside
Oh child why in there you hide
For you are my soul refection, Mine
Both the same as I

Warring in the churning storm
With rage of hate and nothing more
A challenge made so long before
When there upon the floor

Yes, my body broke when beaten, bled
Blood spilled, The eyes were blind with red
Years passed and so their glory ends
A force of rage well fed

Now I am, 'As You' I was
Still so ever hurt, defined
My hair now white with skin like sand
The scars are fading as my eyes

Sometimes I prayed for loss of mine
The gentle other me inside
In a dream where only I shall cry
With my young self, wants to hide

Now together where Hell is mine
I ask myself while my other hides
Where was god for you and I
Myself had no reply

(02/20/2022)