Rage: Ode to the Artist This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

March 27, 2016
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Sizzling rage burns in my fingertips
Heats the curve of my nails as a flame, a firelight caged in glass,
A black fountain pen in hand, a darkness overcoming my head.
Trembling, shaking, enraged,
I begin to create.

The fire bursts from the end of my pen lid like a tarnished flower,
Feelers consumed in dark black smoke,
Stork chopped away by the furious blast
Of my anger, my ink, my art.

Eyes flash scarlet as I form my mind, my agony;
They unmask the rage no one will see,
They scream the words no one will hear,
As I engulf the rough white card as though enflamed:
They rage, they rage, they rage.

As the crimson sky tones to a blue horizon,
I mellow and wilt and bask in my calm;
But for my secret, my pain;
Rattling in the tiny, chipped desk
That traps me in my cage:
The pain of my rage.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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British Teenager said...
Jun. 4, 2016 at 5:17 pm
Great. You deserve honour from this. Your work of great beauty should be read by all who have interest in poetry.
 
The King said...
May 20, 2016 at 6:22 am
Unbelievable, you deserve a knighthood.
 
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