Anger

This is one of my first poems in a long time.

I inhale the scent of thick, full air.
No feeling of relief, still choking for breath.
Look to the sun but its rays offer no warmth.
I scream to the heavens, begging for release!
No sound, no voice, all is blank and clear.
No tears, no pain, no nothing in between
Rain falls from the sky yet I am still bone dry.
Clutching to my throat with the rage in my heart
No way in hell to ever let it all out!
I want to scream and beat my chest with the rage that I feel
But you won’t let me because you’ll just convince me that none of its real
I hate you, I wish I could make you disappear
Yet in the end my battle is fruitless there’s no way I can win.
You’ve brainwashed me into impotence.
I am a lion without teeth
A warrior with no sword
You beat with every step that I take.
Yet no matter your victories, my hate will not abate.

Author's Note

Nothing really major to put in here. I write what I feel.