Siren

This poem was written when I was quite a bit younger, before everyone and their grandmother had cell phones, so I actually did have to sit next to the phone. Hahaha!

I can't even think about it

It enrages me

To think that I was a siren

And you were a sailor

That my beautiful song

Sent you stumbling, smashing

Onto the rocks

To your doom

When I knew!

And now, even more

clearly know

That it never was

And never will be

Like that

At all

It enrages me

To the point of

Relentless

Sleepless

Long nights of keeping

Barking, frothing rabid anger at bay

So in the morning

And throughout my day

I can wonder, wait and see

Anxiously

Sit next to the phone

Watching, waiting, wanting nothing more

Than to smash your face in

My beautiful f*****g siren

Reviews

[Jacey]

That was very beautiful. It shows the rage but how gentle it was. I'm not very good at looking at poetry, but this describes almost what I think often. It shows a lot of passion in it. "It enrages me To the point of
Relentless Sleepless Long nights of keeping" That part I liked the best.