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Hell Hath No Fury
by V. BlakeI was chaos.
An entire universe
Clenched in an angry fist
Set against a backdrop of torches
And held up high
In a brutal effort to fuck the sky itself.
I was a dreamer.
Until my dreams…
They crumbled.
They sifted through my quaking fingers
And scattered across the earth
Until the day they were collected;
Fashioned into a weapon;
And turned against a world gone wrong.
I was a soldier.
An entire universe
Swallowed up in flames
An eternity limited to a solitary instant
Of beautiful apocalypse
As vast and as infinite as my hate. 07/06/2009 Author's Note: Have a nice day!
Posted on 07/06/2009
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 07/06/09 at 05:42 PM Delightfully brutal! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/07/09 at 07:26 AM Some moments are like this, and thankfully they are just moments. This is searing hot like a poker. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/13/10 at 04:16 AM Well, as gloomy as your poem is, I confess I laughed out loud at your author's note. It shows you have a sense of humor even in the midst of the dark subject. The emotional timbre of your poem is in the bass strings and contrabasoon. Again you startle in true Vincian style. Good one my friend. |
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