Fury Reigns

They laughed,

they taunted and jeered.

They did not listen,

they did not heed.

So you demand they bleed.

You can’t!

Each word a blow,

each laugh, a knife slipping between skin and bone.

They find their words have a home,

imbedded in you.

Their laughter a knife for their aching.


Your body shaking, desperate to hold it in,

desperate to release the beast within.

One push here, one push there.

Told to bring it down, to trap every word,

told to trap the feelings.


You push and shove,

tremble and ache.

Until a door has been locked.

Until no key can be found.

The beast is safe, fury cannot reign.

Why? What have I done?



The words soon follow.

The laughter.

The harsh words and sneers.

Every jeer; shoved aside

safely stored below.


The years go by,

unable to cry.

Heart unable to beat,

with nothing to beat for.

False smiles.

A zombie,

afraid to feel.

Unable to.

Afraid to.

Every action planned.

Every word evaluated.

Can you hear me?





Mounting, building.


everything had just been built.

Yet tip toed on the blade of their knives.


Farther and farther it fell.

Key lost and gate buried.

Desperation building.

Anguish and pain.

The desperation of misunderstanding plaguing its shell.





The tear falls,

the words come.

Every word,

every utterance of hate,

every whisper of love,

every murmur of happiness and uncertainty bubbles and overflow.

Warmth enveloping every inch of skin.

Kind words and warmth like a battering ram,

opening a damn;

opening the gate,

smashing like glass.

As water is poured on the charred remnats,

the words begin to echo,

a cacophony of anguish.

Where were they?

When the pain an anguish hurt too much to be felt?

Why couldn’t they hear?

Why didn’t they see?

Every demand was a knife to the soul,

a piece of heart cracked and shattered?!

Why did they trap me?

Even beasts long to be seen, to be loved.





And the beast emerges.

Like flames doused in gasoline,

burning hotter than before.

Consuming all in its path,

damage done to given damage.

Words flowing faster than a river running,

eloquence incites the flames.

Your flaming knife seeking a target,

words spilling from your hearth.

Flames climbing higher and higher,

seeking fuel from within.

Consuming everything of yourself.

Smoke rising higher for all to see.

The delectable stream of power,

the warmth spread through veins.

The heat spreading,

muscle tensing,

delicious symphony of tempered malice and righteous fury.

It is power,

thrumming through every cell.

Greed and gluttony,

love and lust,

all pale in your fury.

These mean nothing,

they meant nothing before,

they will mean nothing now.

Invincible, indestructible

it seeps into your core, raging forward.

Lashing out in crests and waves.

Ground trembling beneath each step

euphoria and elation.

Riding higher and higher on

winds of fury, waves never cresting;

blinded to all but what is sought.

Justice and vengeance,

no difference, no distinction.

Naught but the power in your veins;

Fury reigns.

Even as it echoes through every cell,

as the power surges through veins

as skin heats and blazes,

water cannot help but run.

You cannot reign in fury unleashed.

So destruction is wrought to all in your path;

until it can no longer consume.

Until the flame climbs too high to be fed.

And it collapses.

Consuming you.

A pile damp wood remains.

Fury has reigned.

You are found wanting.


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