Helpless Hate

Written by: Vincent Rossi

Her pain provokes an anger deep 
from within.. 
A hatred so ugly even the devil 
himself looks in disgust as he shakes 
an icy chill from his thorny spine.

Her struggle pains me..
A deep, searing pain in my chest; I 
close my eyes and picture cold steel 
hands ripping open my chest cavity 
and tattooing words of hate and sin 
on my heart itself. An excruciating 
burn that ignites my insides like 
Satan setting fire to a fresh 
delivered batch of tormented souls..

I hate her pain. I hate her struggle. 
Nay, I loathe them to my core, to 
the pit of my guts, to the last drop 
of blue blood from my fresh 
squeezed body.

How can I help? 
what can I do? 

Besides sit idle and watch the love 
of my life, the woman that gives me 
motivation to jump to the stars and 
reach my dreams, gives me the very 
air I breathe in my lungs; struggle in 
pain. 
The look on her face as these two 
things I hate torment my angel, rips 
my soul right out of my body and 
dangles it in front of me laughing, 
mocking me as it smashes it to the 
ground and stomps all over it..

"not any longer," I say to myself tugging impatiently at the pink wristband on my arm.
"I will not give up this fight."