Wet Rage

 

Wet Rage

Passion is just violence, wet with lust.

Understand that when I hurt you softly,

It is because I love you with a passion

That suspends my intelligence,

Divides my heart,

And scatters my very soul!

Understand, my rage is words with no outlet,

A scream without a voice,

A tongue-tied language –

Miscommunications of fear of love.

Uncertain futures, yet I forget –

I build my life everyday.

So if I feel I am going the wrong way?

Maybe I should turn around.

But if I do, will you still be there?

Stars age the same:

Human supernovas explode with change.

We are all trying to be brighter, better, bigger.

Yet all moons have a dark side.

The tides of our emotions ebb and flow.

We can’t always hide in the dark.

Cycles will turn.

Hopefully, we learn.

 

© 12/28/01