Affliction

When you have to write in order to keep from f#cking someone up.

For a split second, all time and matter
Become a product of mere indifference.
Between the shaking of my hands and my heart quaking
My thoughts become meaningless.
All that matters is the fiend taunting,
Standing before me as if proud of my affliction.
For that second only, that animal instinct
Is the only driver of my consciousness.
As my pulse continues to burgeon,
My vision scintillates,
Filling my viewing with crimson hues
And my thoughts with bitter disdain.
My soul yearns and pleads
For the release that could be provided
From that last fracture of my remaining reason
Releasing myself from guilt or guidance.
So strong, is the inclination
To liberate these overpowering emotions
It reminds me entirely of the dominating power
Of the moon over the oceans.
I feel as if, if not properly sated,
This calling will turn inward.
With fingernails like straight razors
It will carve its anger to be felt forever.
I cannot withstand the indefinite withholding
Of these blackened churning sentiments.
There cannot be an ever-after,
harboring a anger filled existence.

Author's Note

Enjoy.

Reviews

[Pax]

I can feel the anger as it grows in every penned words here and there... Poetry helps us release these unwanted feelings, or else we will end up hurting someone else and ourselve even more...

very expressive piece...

[Shaun]

I agree with your thoughts completely. Sometimes transposing thoughts onto paper saves me from transposing the thoughts onto someone's face. Thank you for taking the time to read.

[Pax]

you are welcome, sometimes that is the better way in handling it. :)

[Michael Oliver]

I like this .I can taste the rage -

[Shaun]

Thanks for reading. I'm happy you enjoyed it. I was rather enraged during its creation.

[Shaun]

I find this a mix, of displaying the true pain of a bad headache ;) merged with the some raw real observations of a man's life, in general... I mean, those mad ones, that peek in... it shows so many layers, like an onion to peel, and still it gives us who do care for happiness tears in our eyes... You speak of high visual, stimulances, and rather felt true pain it's a maze of beauty your quill's ink spreads. I loved this, inside and out. Deep and rich poetry... dear one.

- Elisa

[Shaun]

Thank you very much. Unfortunately, I'm finding myself become more on the negative side of things, emotionally, as time progresses. It seems the majority of the time, my emotions are absent, and when they do show theirselves, it's usually in the form of anger or a saddened indifference.

Nothing is bad, when it's negative, keep that in mind, :) it's only negative, when positive, didn't show up yet, but it will :) (time) yep! all is calculated with and within time, patience, and progress. :) this is nothing too weird for me, for I can understand that last point perfectely, when there is, or has been too much drama, or hurt lately, a clever mind, just sepparates, from it, and becomes, rather numb, for it's comfy in it's own nothingness... but like we spoke before, there are lightpoints, a ship on sea will find...... ;)

Sorry I made a typo... I meant: "seperates"

[Shaun]

I like your perspective on that. Time does always seem to heal most afflictions. I'm sure I will be fine :) on a positive note, the more extreme emotions provide excellent inspiration.

I'm sure too ;) I really am. So true that!!! I can speak of it.... hah! ;)