slithers like a serpent,
enveloping all that obstructs
relentlessly into breaches,
seeking out sentience,
eager to end
Your face fading away.
I remember your touch, your voice,
But my memory betrays me
When I try to conjure
I knew I would struggle with this one. I don’t handle anger well. I would walk a thousand miles to avoid confrontation. There have been more than a few who have invoked my rage and never knew it. I don’t “clear the air”. I just walk away, usually forever.
Being near the contempt of others, even if not directed at me, also causes me a great deal of anxiety. It fills me with a sense of losing control. The angry are much too unpredictable. I like to know that I can regulate my surroundings. Wrath takes that security from me.
Vengeance is my enemy. Not surprisingly, I didn’t feel like confronting my enemy today. I wrote this about a bitter man, an abusive alcoholic. It is based on reality, but not my reality.
In a shot glass
Demons await release
He consumes it; it consumes him
Need to forget
The drinking never stops
Because the drinks absolve his sins
Shout out to “The Bravery” for the inspiration found within the lyrics of their song “Believe”.
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