Thursday, October 29, 2009

Titleless

Freedom comes via ink and pen
Anger boils under seared skin
Words terrorize paper with macabre sin

Writing begins to beat with a stable pulse
Agonies scrawled without legal recourse
Violent thoughts transcribed by the quill’s impulse

Memories of personal horrors no longer deferred
Hand writes on whim, thoughts brimming undeterred
Hostility erupts in stories unheard

Re-traumatized converting morbidity into words
Conscience contorted, left horridly disturbed
Cognitive distortions compounds emotional plights absurd

Despite prior dastardly hesitations
Slowly escaping the grasp of procrastination
Rage lowers to a simmer as thoughts achieve manifestation

1 comment:

homegirl said...

You are a truly gifted poet. It's raw & lyrical & painful & I love it.