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Rated: GC · Poetry · Personal · #2264832
About my mother's relationship with rage and revenge
Author's Note: I'm working on a project where I comb through my mother's old work (she passed in 2015) and "co-write" them. I thought that it could be an interesting exercise, and I hope to someday publish the collection as a collaborative work. Any critique is much appreciated, I'm only a hobbyist. Thanks! -NightShift

Chained in this prison,
a cage in my mind.
The faster the gears, the tighter the bind.
The power is mine. It’s always been there,
but to free it again could destroy me.

Do I dare?

I could toy with his fate, make his torment my game,
but I fear when I’m done, that I won't be the same.
Despite my desire, I’m hesitant still.
I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I will.

It scares me. It tempts me, corrupts me with lust,
but I’ve been betrayed, and to use it is just.
I’ll devastate all those who stand in my way.
I’ll turn to the night, and I’ll forsake the day.

If I want it, I’ll take it.
I can’t have it? I’ll break it.
I’ll take what is mine, tear his heart from his chest.
I’ll bask in the blood, and I’ll burn all the rest.

Chained in this prison,
a cage in my mind.
The faster the gears, the tighter the bind.
The burden of rage is too heavy to bear,
to free it again could destroy me.

Do I care?
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