June 20, 200620 yr Rage of Fury, In a Frigid War Agony and hatred in my own domain Acrimony and alienation under my own homely dwelling Outbursts of laughtered is heard Display of repugnance, abhorrence, loath and disgust When mentioned There is no safer place than my own domain But it is that very place that deliquesces my very fragile hope away A hope that is endured on a frivolously made piece twine Only grief? No Merely heartbroken? No Simply misery? No Wholly isolation? No... And no How many tears have I shed For just this? How many days have I dread For just this? How many hours have I bestowed to this one pain How many minutes have I suffered from all these chains This rage set upon my heart is real It rips through my essence as a finely sharpened blade This acrimonious, acerbity rampage fumed for me to feel Like a volcano set to erupt and rumble the earth at an unknown will The fury of my mind appears so vivacious An uncontrollable rhapsodical state of mind so graciously Fueled by not only sorrow salacious But by ferocity with an unstoppable rage Six years I've hidden myself Six years I've lived sheltered behind a mask Six years of living a garnished lie Six years of enslaving myself away from the world Camouflaged under a frail sheer Away from all my fears Merely six years... How will the years to come feel How will the years to come wither away my very soul How will these years perceive under my own brittle skin Merely six years What will come is not known But what I feel now is no less than a needle puncturing my heart and soul Everyday Deteriorating just a fracture more when each lie is told My quintessence sees a wary coming As for a future untold It is no more, but just for now
June 21, 200620 yr Wow, that's just amazing. To be honest, I don't think you can really do anything to it. It's a fantastic poem, just one teeny-weeny suggestion; put a full stop at the end of last verse. Issy.
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