Free verse № 33073
The Sadistic Mirth
The breath of air I breathe
Is drawn in a sharp gasp
And then to exhale is a long
Piercing shriek
That I alone can hear
My life exists in agony
My existance in suffering
And I suffer in desolation
I refuse to move
Refuse to allow myself to heal
It is my hand that causes the pain
I am the murderer I bring
Pain to the innocent
My death would be welcome
To those that have reason to hate
It is my time to seek a
Vengeance so unjust that I
Am marked as an evil force
I am the beast unleashed
Know my pain
13 comments
You need to get your face out the science textbook and start realising that poetry comes from the HEART. That's why it's called "poetry". Did you know that "HEART" has over two letters in common with "POETRY"? Well you do now. I suggest you think about that one the next time you post one of your chauvinistic, technocratic diatribes.
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