Peter Bain

The Fight - Poem by Peter Bain

Preparing myself for conflict
Dreading the war ahead
Finally the fighting's started
I promptly kill the bed

Indulging the yellow cabinet
Pretending I'm in play
It's demise an imminent pleasure
No more shit today

I've ripped it from the wall
Satisfaction laced in red
No more restricted happiness
It's powerless, it's dead

The toughest part is pending
Should be half an hour
Dr Bob is coming
Flaunting all his power

Gorging on the desperate
Devouring the saddened soul
Enjoying his brash decisions
Amoral in his role

Donning my usual beanie
Shaved and looking sane
He knew I meant business
So he started on my brain

He took me apart in seconds
I'm an emotional puny runt
Dr Bobs the man
Arrogant little c^nt

Topic(s) of this poem: depression

Comments about The Fight by Peter Bain

  • Liza Sudina (9/23/2015 3:35:00 PM)

    love such a boyish style! good drive! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, November 4, 2016

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