Fuel

Just another poem.....

The rage embraced in heart and soul,

Has fueled my inner pain

While thoughts consume my restlessness,

No hope in me remains

I've fought control and wrestled with,

These dreams within my mind

But nothing seems to remedy,

This hurt I feel inside

Would Death relieve my weariness,

And give me peace anew

Or will it start to fade away,

As thoughts turn back to you

Does loneliness and misery,

Consist of all my friends

Or will tomorrow bring to me,

The beginning of the end

I'm bound to die a broken man,

With nothing left to gain

As rage embraced in heart and soul,

Has fueled my inner pain

Author's Note

Any honest comment is very much welcomed and appreciated......thank you

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

4th stanza, first line "Do loneliness and misery"
I like the personification of them as friends...and the general personification you use here.
inner pain does cause rage in the heart and soul...there must be some kind of buffer for it...but sometimes that buffer is not easy to find. A write straight from the gut of the poet.
j.

[Pure Evil]

Thank you for the nice review, it is very much appreciated.