Fury Poem by Thea Pound


Rating: 4.5

Let us wear a mask of calm,
Below the surface seething,
No flicker can show, no eyes may glow,
Steady my rhythm of breathing.

I force a smile to reach my lips,
To keep them all from knowing
Just how I feel, I can't reveal,
Yet still the rage keeps growing.

I'm burning deep within my core,
My inner abyss brewing,
The fires of hell, they kindle and swell,
My heart and soul are stewing.

Let us be anesthetized,
Let numbness overtake me;
My feelings rage, though I keep them caged,
Restraint, please don't forsake me.

Sunday, August 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: anger,calm,emotions
Jazib Kamalvi 13 August 2017

A nice poetic imagination, Thea. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks

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Lawerence Mize 13 August 2017

Know the feeling. Was your Fury directed at someone or something?

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Thea Pound 17 August 2017

Thanks for taking the time to comment and read. No, this wasn't about myself, but inspired by a muse who is very dear to me; he was having a little trouble with colleagues at work, and I found myself writing him a little tribute. Sorry to see this one is familiar with you; I hope it was nothing so bad?

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Thea Pound

Thea Pound

Portsmouth, UK
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