Tim B Poet Free verse

Thieves

I'll take you through hell and I'll tell it quite well
It wasn't I, but rather you who had souls to sell
Took it all from me dear and threw it in a cage
My anger, my RAGE, the depth could not fit on this tiny little page!
Fear what you cannot understand
Loathe what you cannot demand
I am what I am, and this was written with plan,
You will feel the ANGER from this man.

Perhaps... I'll give it a moment and it will cease to burn.
NO TO HELL WITH YOU THEN I'LL SPIT IN YOUR URN!
Learning well will teach you... 
But you cannot, you will not, escape this hell...

Give me back what is rightfully mine
Then i'll think twice about cutting the twine
Keep it locked up and you'll reach the end of your line
Keep it locked up and it is me, here in the dark, that you'll find.
Period.

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Joseph Osita November 18, 2011 at 11:19 AM Can feel the strong emotion of your lines as I read. A Very moving verse. Cheers

Elizabeth Wesley November 17, 2011 at 7:20 PM Wow Tim, this smokes with emotion that is hard to control. Don't often read verse quite like this and I find it a grat change .

Kirby Magee-Dittberner November 17, 2011 at 1:40 PM Such anger, and I love the ending. I also love all capitals when they are used tastefully, in this case they are. I wonder what it was that he took from you? Tim B November 17, 2011 at 7:34 PM Ah, but what he took was not so important as to delude the power of the emotion that he elicited. Safe to say, it is something that really is quite difficult to return.