Red Is All I See

The anger boils,
The fear subsides,
Not willing to cage this any longer.
The adrenaline rushes,

The blood in my head gushes,

Making me stronger and stronger.

 

My teeth I grind,

The emotion I bind,

Only seeing red and fleeing dreams.

My mind spins,

The anger almost wins,

And my sanity is tilting on a balance.

 

What would the consequences be

Of opening the bottle of my rage?

To let it out and lose control,

To turn the key in its locked cage.

 

Love divine, peace sublime, and courtesy

Have been torn from my soul.

As the adrenaline sweeps, the anger peaks,

And red is all that I see.

 

The years of shame as everyone's toy,

To pick on, pick up, and drop at will.

Treated as though I had no soul.

As if my heart were still.

 

Now as I slowly give in,

The emotion breaks through again.

Trying with might to gain control.

But the fury is too powerful,

Gaining strength by the hour now,

Until the emotion is pushed down in my soul.

 

Now the bottle breaks,

And the cage is unlocked,

And the angry beast is let free.

The anger peaks,

I lose control,

And now red is all I see.

 

©T.A.Rogers

  20030922

 

Author's Note

Unbiased truth.