There’s anger written on my fist
But blood spills from my wrist
A n(oose) around my neck
But they see the fury in my eyes
A manifestation of pain through anger
But such expression is frowned upon
A sword met with pitchforks and fire
So the plastic of the hilt melts.
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Brilliant! The poem starts with powerful anger and actual damage that moves to the threat of a noose and ends with a toy threat that like anger moves from rage through threat to a joke. Very nicely done a fave
Thank you! It's a mere expression of how much certain aspects of hurt are disregarded.
You are most welcome
My friend, this is raw and stripped of any false comfort, which you do so beautifully. You’ve captured how pain can wear anger’s face, and how quickly others turn against what they don’t understand. The melting hilt is a haunting image. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ So glad you’re back!
Thank you so much for reading! Your interpretation is an honor.
You are most welcome...and wow! I am honored that you are honored, my friend. It was a great poem that I very much related to. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I do not understand
That's ok! Poems can mean anything to anyone.
I see this as people thinking its not ok to show your pain through anger, often they cannot understand as they cannot see and often treat it in a light hearted way, nicely expressed and written
Yes! Thank you so much for reading!
You are very welcome
Very nice
Thank you!
This write is very emotional and descriptive. Great job.
As usual...thank you for reading!
wow, the anger, the pain and then the anti climax...well done
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