The Lie

It's rage that fills me
chokes me.
It fuels my passion
burns away my pain
and claws up my throat
to roll off my tongue like venom.
I weild it like a sabre,
cutting away at my heartache
at my weakness.
I spew it like honey,
poison but sweet
coating the world in my broken smiles
and whispered lies
that scream "I'm fine".

Reviews

[Karen]

Wow... there is so much power in this poem, the passion of rage is so vivid in this poem that it permeates through each line, and yet there is the oxymoron of rage like honey, poisonous but sweet... awesome! Rage is a strong emotion that merits a poem in itself. Great poem!

[johnnyqueer]

I lie like that all the time too! This is honesty, I like the angry vibe that is twisted in this. Nice write. :)