Abusive

By , arlington, TX
fear you; yes. my scorn is strong
violence runs through my veins
resist the strike is hard
for the urge is the worst pain

understand will no one. i was born to kill
or at least thats what they say
force of habit is hard to break
i am going the wrong way

regressing as i raise my hand
but this is all i know
beaten mindless as a child
now mine will be the next to go

they set me free from my correction
not ready was i to leave
a nut they set lose upon these streets and this is what i believe

inherited this skill from the one who raised me best
a heart beat once found here is gone from her chest
take me away now for i have taken her
my anger leaves me fast
regret; remorse fills my chest
all from that last blast

fear me yes; my scorn is strong
violence runs through my veins
resist the strike is hard
for the act is the worst pain





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StormyxD said...
Nov. 28, 2010 at 6:44 pm
This is tragic. The worst thing is when the victim that knows the extent of the torture turns around and inflicts it on someone else. However, this is really well written. I love how the first and last stanzas connect. It ties up the poem nicely and leaves you thinking. Alos, there is a definite flow through out your poem. I hope you keep writing, I like your style. :)
 
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