Wrath.

I am currently writing poems for each of the Seven Deadly Sins. This poem comes from a dark time I've experienced and is the first poem I have ever written.

I found myself, curled up on a cold floor
A damp, dark place. Left scared and alone
For I had pushed everyone away, the walls closing in on me

Though I had brought this upon myself, hatred flows through my veins
It was too late, a dark presence arrived over my shoulder
Feeling hopeless and worthless, the fuel to my rage

My anger is beyond the greatest of punishments, suffocating me
I never meant to hurt them, but the anger wouldn't silence itself
It only grew louder and louder, impossible to ignore

Stuck in my own hell, I feel the heat rise upwards through the flames
Trying to move, but the darkness was never ending
All my demons came out to play, playing catch with the souls of the innocent

I was running away, with no direction
Just trying to escape, but there was no way out
I shouldn't have let it consume me, but the pain felt so good

There is no justification to my actions or thought process
Whatever it was that had entered my body had found its new residence
Nonstop knocking on the door, I never asked who was there

I screamed at the world, "what have I done?"
But there stood behind me, my only friend
With a pointy tail and a pretty red dress

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Bare trees]

The devil can whisper with a voice like honey, entrapping everyone he comes upon. This poem made the results of his voice clear. The devastation, the sorrow, the hopeless feelings. For a first poem this is a fine one.

I'm assuming the last line refers to the devil. He is a sneaky one.

[Kaitlyn]

Yes!
Thank you so much ☺️

[Bare trees]

You're welcome. :)