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Anger

When all you see is red

By Quentin woodardPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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There's only so much one can take

When you've been told to hold your peace

for the sake of one who doesn't deserve it

so you stall the emotions

You constantly listen and take note of the disrespect

the defamation of your self image

The constant batter against your spirit

But yet you are told to stay in the know

So while I stay in the grey area of things

Things escalate to new heights

everyone suffering in the midst of this storm

as it pummels its way through our lives

There is no accountability, no wonder, or why

there is no care to be had

only the want, need, and take is there

Yet we stand still and can only watch

Watch is the inevitable happens

the storm has found its way into our peace

Rage builds with the coming doom

seethes through my skin like sweat

Washes over me till I am no longer myself

I am venomous with intent

at the ready in defense

losing myself with every passing day

This place where my heart dwells pushing towards the edge of darkness

Where I know if I give in I will not return

I will burn this storm to the ground

as though it were house filled with gas

Red is all I see and it hurts

it eats at me constantly bit by bit

day by day, so I try to overcome it

and then I stand in my peace again

But the shadows are but a step away

I will not apologize for my hearts truth

I will not shadow my feelings because they are my validity

and I will never let the storm hear those words

My wounds are years of seeded anger and rage

years of silence and disdain

yet the storm has the nerve

to sit at my table and smile at me again

This is not my way and nor has it ever been

I've only cared while the storm destroyed over and over again

treating mother earth like her nurture is the fountain of youth

Taking everything while giving nothing in return

I see nothing but a sea of red now

exhausted by its haze upon my spirit and it burns

So I keep trying as I might

I must find my way back, to me

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About the Creator

Quentin woodard

I am the Poetic Lyricist. I am a Poet, father of twins, and Husband to a loving Wife. My words come from my experiences, some from inspiration, and more from what I see on a daily. Welcome to me and be inspired. IG:poeticlyricist.

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