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Broken Things

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See the child standing at the cliff's edge
The fire flux within his breast
Breathing in the ashes of his anguish
His first bitter taste of anger
Fueled by the words that mark him danger
No helping hand to guide
As the molding voices chide
Dismiss the streaks that burn his cheeks
They taught him not to trust
With the spearing words that thrust
Him off the sanctuary's edge
Too far to reach love's cusp

And as the boy grows older
He has a devil on each shoulder
The seething tongues that wrap his mind
They say he'll be a monster
No heed to which they foster
The beast they feed with posture
Towards the pain that they mistake
For their child's unrestraint
The fear and the shame
The worry and the blame
That he carries around each day
More to his own dismay

A tempest deep beneath his vest
The writhing snake within his chest
Coiled round his broken heart
Anger tearing him apart
The fangs gripping at his neck
Choking out his words with venom
His bloodshot eyes screaming why's
To the heaven beyond skies
Couldn't there be arms to hold him?
Keep him close till he succumbs
When his darkest hours come
The red haze that makes him numb

The years give way to turmoil
As the whispers in his ears
Drive the knife of all his fears
Through the heart that held his youthful dreams
Left alone with all the rage
He's still a child in his cage
That he built to keep the world out
Holding back from him the tide of doubt
That he's harbored for himself
Thanks to the words they shout
The anger planted in his soul
He never asked to be
Beyond his own control

The boy becomes a man
His life never went to plan
The viper has him by the throat again
The sadness inside fury
Dismissed by judge and jury
This is not what he invited
This was not what he envisioned
This is never what he wanted
This was never his decision
The hauntings of his past have yet to leave
Never having his reprieve
Even after all these years he hears
"The broken thing is me"
Inspired by a mixture between my own experiences with anger issues, and a wonderful blog post I read that talks about a single mother whose son had shattered their mirror out of anger. Unlike in the poem, however, she does an amazing job of reconciling her child's anger. Here's the link, if you're interested: www.majesticunicorn.biz/blog/2…
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TheOtherThoughts's avatar
I really liked this! The last line was amazing! :D