The Rage

Written by: Frank Guglietta

Open palms slapping the face.
A weightless body being 
dragged across the
 tile.
Pulling the scalp high and 
higher. 
A beast has been tortured for 
years.
 Rotting in his cell of
 a mind,
 his sentence has ran 
out of time. 

The rage is out, 

unleashing on a 
mother, 

as her screams echo

A still boy stands
aloof and paralyzed.
No shakes, No tears
Too young to defend
but old enough to
feel. 

The rage has blinded,
fading everything else away. 

Except my memories,
while I yawn but stay awake.