Samson's Fury Poem by Denis Martindale

A fire is mounting; its smoke is consuming me whole.
Its angry flames are burning me alive…
Its raging blazes are suffocating me…
The heat is unbearable, I feel myself losing control.
A crimson haze clouds my vision,
Intoxication takes over... I’m gone!

I’ve surrendered to the blistering pain,
The pain of keeping everything so controlled.
I’m a calamity, burning everything in my way.
Waiting, prowling, hunting...
For the chance to lash out suddenly
And to scorch those who stroll too close.

A single mistaken utterance, a misinterpreted gesture,
Anything will fuel my fervor.
My tongue has become an inferno,
Blasting scorching flames at any naysayer.
Declarations spear through my mouth,
Intended to gouge at anyone’s heart.

My eyes are the daggers of defiance,
Ablaze with a challenge for anyone’s hateful glare.
Blistering those that decide that they
Have any say, here in my lair.
Vengeance is considered as justified
And such cruelty is somehow fair...

My thrashing conflagration dances around its victims,
Pulling them in, killing them slowly...
I’m crashing, boiling over...
My soul's roaring hunger to obliterate grows
And it keeps growing at a violent rate.
Patience is annihilated. Love exterminated.

Lord, what's to become of me? The only residue left
Is the thunderous desire to hate.

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The original text has been adapted from Amy lalala's
poetry called Corroding Soul because this, to me, is
a parallel with Samson and his desire for revenge.