Lines of Fury

A darker time

Stifled.  Censored.

You struggle to breathe.

Rage reached a level

beyond normal seethe.

You know where it’s kept,

this vice you prefer,

that will refocus time

so your need can endure.

You try to say no.

Its beckons won’t cease.

There’s no other vice

with a quicker release.

You’re swallowed whole,

And straddle a line

between logical reason

and a moral decline.

 

Grasp the cold blade

and unbridled belief

in small lines of fury

find psychotic relief. 

It all will be better

once it pierces your skin.

You hold on real tight.

Your breath you draw in.

Time seems to stop.

Your heart skips a beat.

Move the blade quick.

Let adrenaline speak.

Gasp through the rush,

through the fix, through the need,

the moment is over

under pressure of heed.

The crimson you see.

The burn is attained.

At least for a while

it’s a tangible pain.

And feels good to own,

to silence its call.

Now, you can breathe.

Till next time you fall.

 

 

Reviews

[Michael X]

kim, this amazingly written, sculpted poem left my head swimming in passions,
intellectually devised, "lines of fury" envisioned, artistally expressed, a design
of force, a force of will and emotions. "logical reason and a moral decline...."
this line peaks the reason, a reflection, as the supporting ideas lend to the
foundation, consuming, i love the form because it's uniqueness, crafted to
interpret the heart, when mixing creativeness and dire straights, poetical in
essence, the meaning mirrors the release of feelings, I really enjoyed this, thanks, mike

[poddar kushal]

this poem is by far the most promisig among us and the poet is also promising.