day 19

today's prompt is to write an angry poem. That is, a poem about someone or something that gets angry. Could be a person, animal, or even them there angry clouds. As usual, I'm excited to see which unexpected directions y'all take with this prompt.

the final freedom

my rage reassures me, i am right
you are wrong, blind, intransigent
i am indubitably superior
my ego dances with delight
blood rushes to my brain
my pulse pounds
anger is a red emotion
as powerful as lust
to feel it rising, taking over
to allow myself the loss of control
is the final freedom
we wear our thin veneer of civilization
so proud and sure, one might imagine
an impenetrable coat of shining armour
beneath, an instant, a breath away
lies the animal instinct, the rage, the fear

All materials Copyright © 2009 by Eryll Oellermann