Savage Slayer

Rage
black
vile
streams through me
as I quiver
mouth compressed
for if I were to try to speak
my words would flay the skin from your soul.
How dare you attempt to discredit me?
To take what I have done
what I want to do
spewing false rumors
tried to take me down a notch or two
bring me to your level
only
I would not stoop.
Your level is lower than low.
Words chosen for you
written down
must practice
so those long words
they don’t turn you into a fool.
(Oops too late
you have already proven that.)
You are audacious
blowhard
immoral
ignorant.
Words
bitten back
choke me
until there is no more
I cannot be silenced.
Roar I do.
Back you into the corner
enraged
spittle flies in your face.
Scared
hands up
try to placate
while I skewer you
on my worded sword.
©Sept. 21/19
Picture via Pinterest

Wrath

Murderous rumblings across the skies

Gods looking down with disgust

this oasis

built for fragile humans

needs to combust.

Wars have been started

wars have been ended

while humanities are stripped away

lightening bolts

thrown in rage

hit the final mark.

We have waited too long

there is no way back

we cannot placate the Gods

who only want to wipe us out.

Photo by Ruben Mishchuk on Unsplash