Silenced

[krossero]

 

Silenced

Rage, black-tinged crimson,

boils in my chest,

tearing, devouring.

Rising to my throat,

the rage threatens to overflow.

It takes all of me to hold it in.

The rage seizes me, smothers me.

I cannot speak.

This fire inside rages, consumes, obliterates,

until I am nothing more than emotion.

I force the tears to stay inside,

and so fuel the blaze, feeding it.

It is a vortex, tugging at me from inside, from all sides.

Collapsing into myself, I fall,

spiraling into the pit that is me.

I am nothing. 

Empty.

Hollow.

Devoid of life and spirit.

Comments

[sarituss.livejournal.com]

That sounds like me when I'm angry...
Except I turn outwards...
Another great poem... :D
You're really great at writing... *smooches*

[krossero.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it, but when I read this I thought, "Jeez, didn't I kknow what a *thesaurus* was??"

LOL

*smooch*