Livid, my words scrambled on a page
My rage became what flooded from my veins
And onto the paper
Blood made the point
I scribbled my feelings
The reeling in of creativity
Of respect
I can't get that back
That intense desire to spit
At the world, it burned
Holes through the keyboard
The dreamboard or pen
Whichever was best
Whichever that suited the moment
And I lived for that moment
When something hurt me so bad
Colossal was my way of getting even
Stabbed back, a poet:
The master of meaning.
Written By: Niloo Farahzadeh
No comments:
Post a Comment