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.
Copyright © Dominique Baptie | Year Posted 2010
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