I Wage My Rage Poem by Malaya Roses

My past was gone
Roses under the dust
Within his words
Spell bounded in every sip of regret.
Alone
But never rotten
Stabs me
Kill me might be not his fate
Wounded in an alley of drought
Dreams were scattered on those rushes moment
Fight for this live
Demon or angel
Blade or dagger
Shield or bullets
Defiance at large
Save myself to save my soul
Upon the scalpels and syringes
In that room
I was losing my faith
Burnt in seven days of dying
Blood was on the floor
Cold skins
For death is not too close
Torn flesh
Death is never too far
But the bones of this woman
Never break without facing the pain and win the war
Rage within
Wage my human to live ….
God…
Revive this soul with these tears of mercy
Upon myself I shall never pray for another life…
Upon those children
I refute the calling of the death Angel!