My Echoing Pain 1/3/08 Poem by Sam Fer

You will feel my wrath.
My echoing pain, only a minute to unleash.
Vile thoughts beseech me,
How I never thought such feelings could upsurge within me.
I bet you feel satisfied about yourself now.
To see me so worked up over your childish immaturity.
I despise how it gets to me. It eats at my soul.
I can feel it beneath my pale skin.
Like I am unnaturally taken over by this loathing anger.
Anger. Oh so much savage anger.
At the tip of my nose, I need to let it go.
No longer can I sit on only a simple want of revenge.
I need to scream, emotions are roaring.
I stand, my arms expand.
And they wrap around your confidence, now crushed by mine.
How it sickens me to see your worthless face.
I can no longer can I even look at you.
Not even for a quarter of a second.
Oh, you will feel my wrath.
My echoing pain, only a second to unleash.