If she's Ophelia
Then, damn,
I am Hamlet,
bursting through Denmark and
destroying Polonius.
I wanna tear the curtains
from this city which sleeps away
its potential, how lazy.
These people vex themselves
over the decay of
their own self-improvements.
They hide like weak zombies,
and I'm disenchanted
because I have my needs
that I can't just set aside.
I'm the fire
that will storm through
and eat alive
all the weakness in this town.
When I look at you, I
smell fear in your blood.
You don't deserve that crown!
You're a fake,
and I'm here
to set the record straight.
I will stop you from your
descent into madness,
even if it means that
I become mad for a bit.
YOU ARE READING
the Dawning of Rage (poetry)
PoetryThis is a book of enraged poems. Don't say I didn't warn you! The purpose of this book, essentially, serves as a therapeutic outlet. This is NOT some manifesto, but a place of expression. Feelings of such loathing and hate, I don't believe, should b...
