Hidden Middle Finger

Hidden Middle Finger

A Poem by Ann Daniels
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please 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 relates

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Hidden 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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Wow - the dead eyes reminded me of the great white just before it attacks - magical imagery
The great white wishes it could flip the bird and with so much panache too - instant 'lol classic'
thanks for the laughs :DD

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ann Daniels

9 Years Ago

haha glad you enjoyed it
Thanks for the review :)

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Added on November 7, 2014
Last Updated on January 8, 2015
Tags: Anger, Restrain, Hate, Control

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Ann Daniels
Ann Daniels

a place, another place, United Kingdom



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