- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Hell hath no fury...
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Silence is the only containment
for the flames that char my soul.
Your words are my petroleum
as you spit them out with rage.
I balance on the edge of reason
trying all the time to hold the sway
that pulls me towards the pit
I warn you...
you don't listen.
I close my eyes
only to beg for peace,
keep me from digressing
hold,
control,
oh please....don't open that door.
bubbling and building
I feel the heat rise higher.
I search inside franticly
for the fortitude
but find only ashes...
the mistress of my savage emotion
kicks in the door
she walks across the offenses
strewn across the floor
she is the bellicose beast that dwells in me
seething,
violent,
inflamed and
combative ferocious demon of hate.
I warned you...
you didn't listen.
now, the door is open
and she is so very hard to put away.
- COMMENTS
dcpoet44about 19 years agofeel the connection of this stanza. the intensity here is splitting my skin from my bones.......awesome script!!!
Silence is the only containment
for the flames that char my soul.
Your words are my petroleum
as you spit them out with rage.
Wanton Vixxxenabout 19 years agoin this fiercely expressed piece. Both very intense temperatures and images rise in this poem, and you have done an excellent job of conveying that, Sabina.
Vixxx
