HEG George


Rage - Poem by HEG George

Strike like a hammer to the furnaced rod,
emmited sparks of incessant lust

With tempest storm against the rocks
purged deep within the flesh,
for nothing else requites
with such deep pleasure

With focussed beam projected
like a light house seeking souls.
Avoiding all else but that one aim
of gratified, repugnant pleasure

The hawk its quarry,
the bow its arrow.
This guilty sin, its spur
like a rod to lightening

Yet the truth shall find its bubble
and set my building straight.
The heat shall be over, spent at last,
as night falls on another day

Topic(s) of this poem: psychological

Form: Free Verse


Poet's Notes about The Poem

My dark side

Comments about Rage by HEG George

  • Simone Inez Harriman (11/19/2015 3:20:00 AM)


    You do write profoundly deep dark poetry that appeals. This is another of such that draws me to your pen...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 17, 2015


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