Powerless. sub category: Anger.

Powerless. sub category: Anger.

A Poem by Marc Hamel


In the air around me,

i am happy, this isnt mine,

breaking the fingers

of those who are mean.

assaulting my life,

tripping defences i didnt make,

all in my head, punching their face.

theres nothing i can do,

to make this whole thing better,

like a man without hands

looking at a glass of whisky,

i just really wish

you weren't trying to make it worse.

it is a little frustrating

like the sky had turned to granite

and hovered over my head

while i ignored it

waiting to crush me, with no way out,

and no way to predict

the moment it will fall.

my world collapses in on this petty thing,

for a moment the universe of my life

has been cut off from its spark of paradox

as this one little aspect,

my achilles heel is squashed

by a five year old from hell

in the body and the mind of my peer.

the little jerk smiles now but…

no but, i am powerless.

he beat me on this front,

all that i can do better than him

is live a good life.

© 2015 Marc Hamel

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Added on March 24, 2015
Last Updated on March 24, 2015
Tags: Anger, powerless, power, angry, frustrated, frustrating


Marc Hamel
Marc Hamel

Mystic, CT

I am a liberal arts student, a philosopher and a lover of the beautiful, i learned to read at age 12, giving me, i think, a different interpretation of life than most are allowed. more..