Gus Schreiber


Who Stole My Hatred? - Poem by Gus Schreiber

All my sworn enemies
throw rocks at my fire
and my bitter straw fortress
falls in on a liar
and feeling silly now
I cant help but wonder
just how they protect
their rage from the thunder.
This sneaking thunder of thoughts
which cant help but betray
in the moment when trying
to hoist up my rage.
Thoughts scream and point back
to the footprints behind me
as though, with all my enemies,
I needed my mind to remind me
that if not for sweet narcissism
cradling me soft, like a mother
I might look back through clear eyes
and see myself in the others.
And I rage at my enemies
Who put me through hell
And I rage at my mind
Which shines light on myself.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 21, 2011


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