Raging BullA Poem by RenayeLike
ice-cold snow stubborn against the sun, He
will not give in; the fury will not dissolve away. His
rage for this life has many on the run, He
never marvels at why they don’t stay. Entombed
in a place that brings him little peace, This
place that breathes in the corner of his mind. But
at the bottom of every acidic bottle, a release, And
perhaps responses to questions he cannot find. The
liability he places upon himself alone, And
lives upon his anger turning to sorrow. Just
another day existing, in part, as a drone, And
he could look onward to the morrow? His
always unafraid act will keep him from pain, His
one true foe drives his life from day to night. For
his foe, you see, stands in the mirror again, His
reflection is the only opponent he needs to fight. She
recognizes now, she must fear this bull, The
shade of red is all she sees within his eyes. How
can she advise if his goblet is already full? And
his thoughts are buzzing around like flies. Someday
he may understand the treasured heart, Of
she who cast light into his shadowed world. And
his barricade which shreds bonds apart, Will
crumble down like one million pearls. With
a gentle graze of lips upon his wooly cheek, She
promises this beast but one solitary thing more. Though
no bull should ever sense himself as weak, You
have become less human today, than before. © 2019 Renaye |
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Added on April 28, 2019 Last Updated on April 28, 2019 AuthorRenayeAustraliaAboutMy name is Renaye. I am Australian born and raised. I have always enjoyed writing. I love to let my imagination run free! I love to write short stories, novels, lyrics, and poems. I get a little.. more..Writing
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