My Anger, Only for You. -Kenneth Pickernell

"Licking the insides like fire!
Backed by loathing and disgust,
Oh the loathing!

How the blood boils,
The sight tinged red with fiery rage.
The blood Boils!

Violence!
Shaking with fury,
Violence!

How dare THEY!
Such Disrespect, especially for the dead!
How, Dare they!

Like fire, such burning flames!
Flowing as slow and certain as lava,
This feeling burns!

Watch out,
I say once more,
Watch out.

This fury Grows.
This Heart aches.
This body Shakes.

Say naught a word.
Say naught their name,
For you no longer deserve,
Oh yes, you no longer deserve.

To ME you are dead,
Forsaken by me,
Dead I say!

This fire cools,
But don't be fooled.
It is now frost.

Sell this house,
And toss other relatives out.

Do not worry though,
I am patient.

Dead men don't need help
After all.

For your deeds spread,
By word of mouth,
Oh yes it spreads.

Abandoned you'll be,
Scorned at every turn.

This fire's out,
Now frosted over.

Forgotten through time,
Only these words,
To remember you by."

This bit done in a fit of rage months back. Originally posted on my WordPress earlier, I decided to post it here. Sort of a 'hello I'm still alive' kind of thing. The original reason for the post was a feeling/reaction from actions done by a relative. Constructive writing I guess? Using creativity to channel anger instead of a long post? I don't know, but the feeling still stands to this day, and said relative still incites me with anger at the least. So here you are, enjoy as you wish.

Published by Kenneth Pickernell