In the end you had nothing
But your rage for the memories
That you could no longer have
Legacies lost, Histories turned lie
Anger, vengeance, bitterness turned you mad
Asylums in your heart
No place for you to hide
Nothing you could do
To express those bitter words inside
Without destroying what little you had
Left to call yourself
Under the weight
Of that rage
Let it destroy this life
Release your being
If you need
And finally live
I am a poet who has both been published and self published. All work on this blog is all copyright Alex Ness. While I make very little money from my work I am technically a professional. Measuring by the hours I've written I am professional. My goal is to share my work with as many people that can read it, as far as the internet may reach with it. I hope if you are moved you will share this blog with others, and perhaps buy my books.
Whatever the result, thank you for viewing this blog. I cannot express how greatly I appreciate the many people, from many places upon the earth, who have visited.
I bid you peace.
Je ne regrette pas la douleur, car il m'a fait plus forte