Hidden Middle FingerA Poem by Ann Danielsplease review and let me know what you thought of it That would be great I wrote this when I was very angry, it willbe interesting to see if anyone relatesHidden Middle Finger Most see red I saw white scolding hot and brilliant Staining the crisp colour of the world blinding me Throat laden with a choke hold of self restrain Barely retained Eyes trained straight ahead To the watchers dead But behind the glass surface Raging turmoil My grey orbs accusing and challenging Only hooked brow reveals my distaste Crush my palms with haste Skin made ashen through force I dare not make breath For fear of breathing words Lungs seething and burning All the while yearning To flick the long strong finger Numerously to be sure Yet I wait For the verbal onslaught to cease Then mutter silent abuse to the floor I'm red with hate Their back turns to retreat And I proudly flip the finger In silently harsh repeats. © 2015 Ann Daniels |
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