My Turn

A son takes revenge to save his mother from abuse.

The Titans puddled grip

My mothers trembling lip

I see the faces, pierce the minds.

Titans hold release

Mothers fear at once, does cease.

I feel the cold I feel the hate

Passions glory, passions fate.

Fight no more, be not there

We will travel together away from here.

Titans stance, darkness glows

Angers shadows hide at night

I take the knife, hold it tight

plunge it deep , his blood now flows.

Mothers safe from Titans hold

My soul devoured by vengeance old

My body locked  in prisons deep

While mothers rape does now sleep.

Reviews

[*~DreamDeamon~*]

Short, sweet, gets straight at your heart. It goes straight in there not waiting for ou to breathe. Really good write. I love he to the point-ness.

[Searching 4 Serenity]

Short... but concise and to the POINT

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

Intense good job

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I never know what to expect when I read one of your writes......but I always come away pleased. This poem reminded me of a friend of mine who almost took his father's life one night. Chills!

[Tasha]

I like the different perspectives of your writings. Amazing write!! :)

[_mal]

Intense, I like how you write from so many different perspectives