Rage

Do not test this hypothesis...

Up.

Up thru the darkness...

seemigly endless

save a pulsating redness

in the distance...

It rises.

Until it reaches that surface...

only a thick skin remaining.

Can you stop it?

Or will you allow it to continue on

until at last

the veil of my heart

and my concience

is broken?

Never.

No, never

quick to anger,

but once having arrived

I will show you it's face.

I will show you it's teeth.

I will show you.

Author's Note

The first thing I have written in a while... perhaps the very reason why...

Reviews

[Alexa Tasch]

good poem. i felt the emotion behind it. it really does describe rage.

[Legion]

That definetely sounds like rage. Got a couple of pieces on the subject myself. One typo I noticed: "streached" should be "stretched". Good work.

[Elliot Kyron]

This piece is so powerful and intense. I know this feeling, and it's almost unstoppable. The last line ends it perfectly as well. Very good write.