Rage

It pumps and pounds.
You shake with the profound.
I don't hear a sound.
All I know is that you're gonna go to the ground.
You raped me of this thing.
All I think is you're gonna pay sucker.
Death and destruction surrounds.
Inside my head it all pounds.
Screw you and this whole town.
It's time for me to take the crown.
After all is said and done.
I stand alone having finally shown that the dream is blown.
I stand the victor, but there is no joy.
You're just a worthless toy.
Now how do you like that boy.
Beg me for mercy. I have none left.
I'm just gonna watch you bleed.
Oh how it feeds.
The rage is eternal.
Forever beating in my black heart infernal.

poem by Michael McParland
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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