Fights

All this anger and discord
rents a hole
bigger than you could ford-
Its a chasm where my
anger sits-
No love in the world could
make enough for it's
monumental appetites-
.
Lay me down and read my last rights,
cause trust me it aint worth the fights.
Strangle it, mangle it,
but there's no finangling it.

It holds my heart between it's claws,
crushing it,
without a pause.
I wish my silence was a cause
enough to make you STOP
and think
STOP before you sink
into that tortured dream.
Its not the way it seems,
and although the hurt inside you teems,
all things are not what your anger deems.


Fights by Dakota Farley