She Talked about Wrath

“The mind keeps inviting the unwelcomed
Imagination may escalades the kind of life I live in.
I just want to vision the what-ifs…
What if we never want to forgive?”

I had at my back a pulling rough string
The pressure was boiling and the demand piled up
with their tongues mocking this fearful spine
having no power to limit their power
having no means to exceed their means

Acidic liquor poured on the left hemisphere
and my nostril bled, I was losing balance
Fingers with dirt endlessly attempted to wipe, only to realize
it made the lesion spitted more blood and darker liquid followed,
Ending seemed nonsense; lucky star was a corrupted hope.

The wish to crawl out when the night fell
and the star gazed in hide ‘n’ seek
tearing my back with a mysterious concentration and passion
like its routine by nights and sharpens its skills by day,
to brutalize a weaker strength.
I have laid my Axe to fight, to bring me to my feet
somehow it didn’t make me an equal fighter to the enemy within
somehow it ripped the things I preserved between times.

Despair asked in howling when I grabbed on a loose chance
What difference it shaped when making amendment only after midnight?
Can healing takes its process in quiet, when –
the legendary werewolves whine about together to this desperation?
This frail body succumbed to a dogma not to a cleansing religion
This frail mind analyzed a reason to seed a raging calamity
and not to seed a release pursues by promising tranquility
Contaminated smokes released from inside of my burning soul
My eyes were red from the tears I forced to prevent from leaking
Weakness was obvious when papers recklessly I tore in hundred pieces
I was unreasonable to hold my tears, if it drowns me further
I should be swimming; nevertheless disparity is unwise to be tamed.

Hope was absent only for I had not been chasing it
It sped up as I had become weighty to run even alongside
It sped up never for the benefit of its own
I never held my hands out for it; hence I tamed a cursed lion.
Only I knew later it tamed me to bow to its own anger
Only I knew then it gave me a blind faith only to its blistering protests.

Syima
May 4, 2007
1:24 am