Anger
*This is not written to offend anyone at all, and if it does I am truly sorry*
To find my path
And even from behind the curtain…
To Be Heard
Peering through the thick, consuming fog
Surrounding my caged soul
I ask
Anger
Is that you?
Continually suppressed?
Confidently hidden?
Beautifully scorched?
Blind folded
Gagged
Restricted
Chained
Chaining…
Knocking her down
I carelessly drag her heavy, willing body
To the end
Roll her into the eternal grave
And grab the reluctant shovel
“chi, phsshhh ,Chi, phsshhh”
Burry that
Burry it
Burry her
I laugh breathlessly
“chi…”
Booming manic laughter fills the air
“phsshhh …”
Abdominal muscles tightening
“chi…”
Head lolled back
“phsshhh …”
My body vehemently shakes
And surely as always
Pain seeps in
Creating more bars to surround my deserving soul
“chi, phsshhh”
It races up my throat
Burning my eyes
And breathless as the first sob escapes
For I know
That it is not I who suffocates her
But she
Buries me
As always
Unable to open my eyes as the piling dirt grows heavier
The earth mercilessly fills my collapsing lungs
As the pain and anger increases
Anger over all my unanswered questions
Please
For why have women been seen as weak and insignificant?
When we have the most
Power over another human being
Their birth
Answer me this
Why do nothing?
Sit and watch
As we all waste our lives searching for shit we won’t find
Why choose to be ignorant,
When you already know?
Answer me this
Why do you, we
Allow ourselves to be desensitized
To the pain and destruction of OUR FELLOW MAN
Slowly burning in our hell of a world?
We all struggle, cry, and die the same
Hell,
I sometimes ask myself
Is this hell?
Maybe I was a sinful beast in my former life
And ended up here
What is forgiveness?
What is redemption?
Is it possible?
For if it was…
Why can’t families of a victim truly forgive their murderers?
Why can’t I forgive you?
Why can’t God forgive Satan?
Is everything pure but humanity and Satan?
“But who prays for Satan?”
Mark Twain once asked
But I ask
“But who prays for God?”
Do You?
To find myself
And even from behind the curtain…
To Be Heard.