You will be sorry

With the rage in my veins

The sunken feeling my my stomach

My savaged heart

The tips of my nails

Make the noise as I write

Corresponding to the fury in my mind,

Forever didn't come,

Temporary was the truth

Of love of labor,

You were the rotten fruit.

As I weep in sorrow

Burried in the insecurities 

Helpless and hopeless

Me you will not see

For the aggression foments strength

Dedication,more faith at length

At the top of my lungs I will scream

More successful,empowered

A beautiful me

Just too gullible to see

When they call my name

You will feel the chills

The Nightmares of trills

Of ever letting me go.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and powerful thoughts and emotions in the words.
"When they call my name
You will feel the chills
The Nightmares of trills
Of ever letting me go."
The above lines. I liked the honest tone and directness.. Thank you Talesha for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote