Grapes of Wrath

A very dark poem I wrote after my "best" friend betrayed me. I was very angry!

  

 

 

 

The sun is fading in the sky

Thunder claps, you wish me to die

Splashed across the landscape, someones blood you've slain

But know you are my existance's bain

 

Throw your words, cause the hurt

Cast into my eyes, your vengful dirt

Fuel the fire, fuel my hate

In the end I'll have the clean slate

 

At me you may kick and spit

Rub in poison where the snake bit

Raindrops fall like crystal tears

I try to block out all their leers

 

They leave me broken, battered and limp

And I wonder who really has the gimp

Pull myself up, and ignore the blood

A burning emotion, raging like a flood

 

They caused the pain, and unleshed the beast

On the grapes of wrath I'll let it feast

Feel the hate as the nectar runs down my throat

After all, this is why this poem was wrote

 

Cast your stones and your jeers

You know you have the same fears

Its you're fault I'm this way

And I swear to god I'll make you pay!

Reviews

[Robert Luna]

The pain of someone letting us do that we trust and believe can be so heart breaking and painful you displayed that here perfectly.

Great Write!!!

[Matthew Kult]

Delicious. Others agony makes me giddy. Bain I think should be bane. I could be wrong, I am not a national spelling bee contest winner. Again, I love the form and flow. You seem to be consistent with the type of flow you like to produce. Well done. You know I love the style.

I would imagine this "best"friend is no longer best and for a psychology/social worker major you seem to be a very dark person. Fascinating really. I enjoy your work so far.

[Nightwish Ruin]

I LIKE THIS POEM. GOOD IMAGERY AND WORDING.

MY FAVORITE PART OF THIS IS:
"IT'S YOUR FAULT I'M THIS WAY
AND I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL MAKE YOU PAY."

GREAT JOB ON THIS...NIGHTWISH