Wrath and Anguish

I redid one of my first poems, "I'll Rage On". I feel like I've improved a lot since then, so it's nice to see an old favourite remastered.

I’ll Rage On

 

I’ll rage on through the blood and the tears

For blood and tears are all I know

Rage a fine wine that burns through all pain

Fury that cuts through any sadness

 

Drying my tears with the flames of hatred

Fighting forever

Stumbling drunk over bodies I cannot count

I rage on

 

I’ll rage on through the evil people with intent to kill

Through those who think they are better than me

Through the unacceptable times

My soul has been wrecked to s**t

 

Countless times people

Kicked me while I was down

Do I look back? Never

I rage on

 

Our madness is wasting away in the sands of time

The rage doesn’t care

 

 

I’ll rage on through this frigid world,

Where cold people with steel hearts beat down on each other

In a frozen wasteland of despair

As I shiver under the crossfire

Crucified by purgatory

 

 

Without love or mercy, these thralls that hunger are never full

Yet they still ask for a helping hand

After all the pain they’ve caused

Throughout the empty world full of colour-blind people

Pretending to see red

The rage does not understand

It doesn’t’ want to

 

 

I’m unable to accept a world that is full of hate

Which fuels my own hatred,

Creating a cycle of bloodshed that will always continue

I rage on

Not knowing any better

Than to burn out until I am nothing but cinders

As I wither

The chains that bound my body to limbo before hell

Are the only arms that would ever hold me

Safe in their embrace, an angel of asylum

 

I walk through the hatred

My rage swallowing the pain

I learn from this world of sorrow

And now I’m going insane

I don't want to be here anymore

In my padded cell

Worming my way proudly through the straitjacket

Out of our disjointed sin combining as one orifice

Raging deaf letters

Of spoken word,

The only sentence I have ever served

We just can’t weep for fallen souls

The empathy is buried in our hearts

I wear only the sleeves

 

 

Understanding the meaning of despair

White noise, wrath, and anguish

I rage on

Hoping somebody will hear me

But would that change anything?

 

Author's Note

I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

Reviews

[Amoon109]

I like this Poem of yours, if only you could put in some good things with rage because not everyone acts like a raging bull and i like to believe if you have rage for you believe in. like for e.g fighting for whats right but other wise this was a very good piece

[CLR9]

pretty good stuff. you do a great job!