patrick rich

My Rage - Poem by patrick rich

It's here again, there's no stopping it now
It's in my blood, begging to be let out
You brought this out of me, so you'll be the first
To die by my hand, from this wretched curse.

I warned you, I warned you all
That when it happened, you all would fall
It finally happens, the curse breaks free
Now you will know, you'll finally see.

The curse engulfes me, it tears me away
I end up in a place, a place full of pain
As I stand alone, in the pouring rain
I told you all, it would end this way.

My sword of flame, it took their life
Swords, spears, bows, axes
Nothing they brought, could stand against it
The last thing they ever saw, was my sword fall.

Comments about My Rage by patrick rich

  • Cain XXX (10/10/2008 12:21:00 AM)

    awesome. the bitterness, pain and anger are painted very vividly. please keep on writing. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 3, 2008

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