Futility
And Its Enchantment
I am an unwilling spectator,
Eyes magnetised to the crucible
Unable to withdraw.
I watch as you rant and rage,
Pummeling the wall in your way
Despite the presence of a door.
I see flecks of flesh and blood
Splatter in vandalist style
Knuckles well-coated in gore.
I flinch with each strike
As I watch you, estranged
And I don't know why I watch anymore
Do I hate the futility
Or can only I see it?
Does blindness consume your chore?
My voice long extinct,
I watch and I wait,
I just wish that I knew what for.
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Powerful and relatable. Congratulations on Top Story!
Nice work I like that energy
so so so well written!! the futility of anger is so real
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Anger issues are prevalent within the wall prose . 🙃♥️
"Pummeling the wall in your way / Despite the presence of a door," says so much. You've painted such a clear picture of anger problems and abuse with this poem. Phenomenal job!
Oh my gosh this hits way too damn well. Your word choice here is really, really good and it feels like an open and honest take on what it's like to be on the other side of someone in your life who is toxic/has anger management issues/abusive. ( However one might interpret it! ) I really could relate to this: I watch as you rant and rage, Pummeling the wall in your way Despite the presence of a door. When I was younger my father and I had toxic, yelling matches. He was verbally abusive, ( and as a teenager I was too ), and if I stayed silent I felt like I had no power. But when I was vocal sometimes it would be worse. I'm thankful today we have a much better relationship, but back then this poem probably would have gut punched me even harder! Amazing work, Obsidian!! <3