Rage
More and more
Rage
Exposing itself
Black rage
Hanging in the air
I know the neighbors
can hear me
I wail and cry at night
They hear books,
coffee mugs,
milk jugs,
hitting the walls
They hear
my boyfriend’s big feet
shuffling, picking up after me
It only lasts a minute
But I know they hear it
When I see the neighbors
I’m all smiles and pleasantries
I know it isn’t fair,
to my boyfriend
to my neighbors
If only my walls
My Walls
weren’t so thin
If only I showed my
BLACKNESS
to the one who deserves it
If only I kept it to myself
It’s just that until now, I didn’t
have anyone to show it to
I’ve kept the blackness here inside
of me for so long and I haven’t a clue
why it’s coming out now.
Do you?
Hi Terah,
Great poem. As for why now? In my experience it is that you feel safe enough and/or strong enough to deal with whatever it is. Bon courage!
Léa
Bon courage!
I find that my hate is intertwined with my love, my deepest sorrow with my profoundest joy. One enters just as the other exits the room…
Yes, it is something like that.