Why must they show the sharp claws of deep anger?
It’s killing me to feel this way
Please take it away
I’m tired
Alone
Cold
And, broken
Carry me out of the abyss
The cruel words sting like hornets
They tear me down like I’m nothing but prey
Others lurk like hungry buzzards
Waiting for me to take my last breath
Then I’d become nothing more than the gastric fluids inside their bellies
The ravaging beasts
Scour the narrow corridors searching
And I am the object of their pursuit
I lie in the cold dank spots of my life
Like the spaces the maid forgot to clean
And I nurse my wounds
Most of them just the razor sharp claw-like words
I’m still alone
Cold
Broken
And, afraid
Be not the tornado that shatters lives
But be the wind that carries the warm sun
Be not the raging waters of a boundless flood
But the gentle summer rain that nourishes the land
I won’t be the storm’s clay to mold or destroy
Idle hands are the devils playthings
They end up strangling my perfect world
Until the life I had come to love and enjoy
Comes crashing down in heavy droplets
Of salty tears
Beaten
By the words of a torrential storm
By the fists of a fiery blaze