Within the chaos, a spark ignites.

With clenched fists and gritted teeth.

With power, I embrace my rights.

My anger hides what is underneath.

Whispers turn to a lion’s roar,

shielding me from my weakness.

So, I rise and let fury soar,

even though it’s filled with darkness.

Within my being, my soul cringes.

Knowing the person I have come to be.

It’s sucking me dry like syringes.

Nobody knows what it’s like to be me.

I have become the enemy within,

through the way I behave.

There is no freedom; I am locked in,

so, I remain deep within my cave.

Anger’s grip on my heart

makes me someone everyone hates.

Its agony tears me apart.

With me, no one resonates.

So, I allow my fury to consume me;

I accept a life of darkness.

Throughout and within, I am the enemy;

undeserving of kindness.

Written by the Voice

One response to “Fury’s Grip”

  1. you are heard and I like you! I want to be your friend!

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