Infuriating Me

Here I have this empty page to rage my tongue of a young infuriated mind infuriating me, surfacing afloat the Dead Sea of subdued dispute, a mute no more wordless than a wavering fool whose spool is wrapped blind with images naïve. You leave behind this bitter taste upon my lips while arrogance grips my mind in disbelief as if the thief of gracious thought waits at your gate, an attitude ornate in your wintry embrace of I… I see through the lies you hide behind. Mankind is inclined to build concrete walls through fear… he falls beneath his intellect of argue to chew the bitter resent spent wasted here upon this page I rage my tongue in moments of wild, but now I see you are nothing but a child of thee. A mirror reflecting complexity in you as though a blue pen’s ink turned green between the script of soul and fate you stand irate and debate the hate you feel for me, a child-like plea to be accepted by my eyes I realize… Self-love evades your life. These callow parades are paralyzing your smile and all the while I’ve opened my door, but you refuse to the core to hear me out instead you shout ramblings of an insecure mind confined in pitiful delude as I refuse no more to fight this feud.