I kicked this hole in my life
Battered and bruised it beyond recognition
And the rage spilled out into places it did not belong.
But the bass kept kicking and setting the rhythm
The choreography of each step intensifying
And the rage spilled out into places it did not belong.
The reverie, both sexual & violent
Swept us away in a haze of our own design
And the rage spilled out into places it did not belong.
It’s lonely
It’s cold
It’s broken
It’s lost
But I found it and fixed it and warmed it and loved it.
Still the rage spilled out into places it did not belong.
And I fought invisible demons,
and wrestled unseen angels,
and pushed back against unknown persons.
If the emotion wasn’t present,
or the tide had turned another direction,
would the rage have been fed so well?
And would I still have been me,
without rage where it does not belong?
About the Creator
Natalie Felix
I am an old soul with many stories in my head...from many lifetimes. Some are true. Some less so.
Comments (1)
Again sorechless...you just ...words...so good.