A Odd Evil

How do you speak so beautifully

Then turn and hit so brutally

Not with your fist, but with your lips

Like a dark and poisoned eulogy

You were no idiot, that was right

But age has not done well for your sight

You bashed your head cracked your ribs

Yet your skull is thick and full of spite

You know not what you speak about

You spit your words and raise your snout

Yet even with me on my back

You feel the need to scream and shout

But I can never raise my tone

Nor can I pick up and throw my stone

For your hide is too thick and hard to pierce

To pick apart your foolish bones

So here I will sit, while he storms in a rage

With my eyes pointing down at the words on my page

For I’ve welded the Evil to bars on my cage

I’ve welded the Evil to bars on my cage

Author's Note

The title is an anagram. Message me if you get it. A lot of thought in this one, please give feedback. Thanks,

-Noah

Reviews

[Calamityofgin]

I am working on this anagram of yours
..what a ingenious way of getting your piece nearly memorized by this stubborn chick..

Im close..you are writing about someone very close who goes for your jugular..but you sit quiet with clenched fists..
In a cage...

I believe i know who you are inking out of your system!

Great write with a clever twist!

[Sunspot]

I love it!
The rhythm is impeccable, except it gets a bit irregular towards the bottom.
The consistency of the poem is great, and I see a clear flow of thought. Very heavily connotated poem, seems like an outpour of pent-up emotion. Has a bit of sensual connotation at the beginning with the word "lips," and this gives an electricity to the poem that carries through. Excellent.
I wouldn't mind if you came over to my page; we think alike. Thanks for putting this out on the internet.

[Ashfa]

Amazing poem and great rhymes. There is so much meaning within this and most people could relate to it as well. As a whole- a great poem. keep writing.