Petite Poetry

Burning, white-hot anger,

Words tear at my throat to be released,

My hands burn with the need to crush,

My mind and heart are burned by this blind hatred,

What has happened to turn me into this beast?

I long to make my heart right again,

This pain has inflicted my body and soul with never ending hurt,

I wish to brake my bonds holding me to this horrid state of consciousness,

My mind screams at the surrounding noise when all it wants is quiet,

But my heart pleads for the noise to never end,

Because when it does,

I’ll feel the hate,

And my heart will explode with the evil,

My soul will be set free from it’s cage,

And my life shall be no more.