Rages Hold

This is a story

I’d like to tell

'bout how I came,

to live in hell.

Life had just begunbut, end

ed just as fast

was it much of a life

with all the mental strife?

Oh, the freedom

that never came

the soul snatcher stopped

that was the aim.

Other deaths

mad begunin this game

no one won.

What was taken

can not be returned,

at the point of knife

or the taking f a life.

Fear,

confusion, an’ self-doubt

did not go away

by what i did, that day.

Rage taking control

directing me oddly

not right away

but, very slowly.

Fear and shame

kept rage in cheek

wanting something back

not to cause a wreck.

It came out slowly

little at a time

first drugs, an’ alcohol,

and sexual grime.

Nothing filled the space

nothing gave it back

nothing erased the memories

of the soul being snatched.

Killing the monster did not help

releasing the rage

destroyed so many live

swith a grave and a cage.

It gave nothing back

it took more away

mothers cried

as so many died.

Now, that it is ending

it's more controlled

exposure is the unbinding

releasing ragas old.

Write to me:

Norman Wayne Whillote C29683

310-2-61L Po Box 9

Avenal, CA 93204

USA