Beneath The Skin

Everyone hides a demon inside

Underneath my skin my veins burn with rage.

A pain that the rain can not wash away.

I hide it and fight it but others always pay.

They want to help, but I tell them to run.

They ignore my warning.

Now it's too late to escape.

This rage burns even hotter.

It changes my form.

My calm appearance is tossed away.

A twisted abomination now stands before you.

Demonic and horrific the flesh stitched in patches.

No eyes in the sockets only darkness seeps out.

The flaming rage boils the skin from inside.

My words are gone.

A screech of fury and frustration replace.

Your time to leave has run out.

Author's Note

Please be as critical as you feel needed. All opinions are wanted and welcome. I was very angry with a few things that happened this weekend.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Many types of anger and rage.
"The flaming rage boils the skin from inside.
My words are gone.
A screech of fury and frustration replace.
Your time to leave has run out."
I understand the above lines. My father served in the Korea and Vietnam war. He was a dangerous man. He killed three people with his hands in civil life. He made me control my temper. I had his anger and when I did lose control. I lost too much. Powerful use of words and thoughts. A wise person hold silence when anger is his only place and words. Better to walk away than create bridges that cannot be repaired. Thank you for sharing the powerful words and thoughts.
Coyote

[WordsFromAPen]

Good imagery of how feelings could look if they had an physical appearance of their own.

[The Seeker of Thoughts]

Thank you for reading I am glad to have painted a picture in your mind. Thank you for reading.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed you build the demon from the inside and once more give the piece atmosphere.

[The Seeker of Thoughts]

Thank you for reading.

[Jakl and Hyde]

I have one word...WOW. That was great. I don't know how you do it but I loved the personification in the poem. It brought it to life. Its pretty scary to think about in the end. Can you give me ideas for this poem I'm trying to write, I'm not very good at writing poems.

[The Seeker of Thoughts]

Of course what kind of poem were you thinking about? Message me in my inbox.

[Jakl and Hyde]

I don't know how to send messages.

[Paul Bell]

This is me when some idiot stops me in the street. Usually proclaiming I'm worth saving.
I see bits of them coming apart. If only it was legal.

[The Seeker of Thoughts]

Thank you for the comment. It made me smile. Thank you for reading.

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Well I can say your writing is also weird to me. But have nice flow and depth thoughts . So you give me quiet lot of inspirations. Thank you for that.

[The Seeker of Thoughts]

It is my pleasure friend. Thank you for reading.

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Sure it was pleasure for me.

[DIVYA]

This rage burns even hotter.
It changes my form.
My calm appearance is tossed away.

Identified so much with these lines. Knowing fully well that a ruffled me gives such satisfaction to my foes, I still lose control, try as I do not to.
Thanks for the very relatable write.

[The Seeker of Thoughts]

Thank you for the read friend.

[DIVYA]

You are so welcome :)

[Angie G]

And haven't we all felt that rage that burns like hot oil in our veins. But sometimes rage demands to be let loose. And when it has subsided the calm engulfs us and Serenity's embrace is magnificent. Great write. Happy writing!

[The Seeker of Thoughts]

Thank you for reading. I wish the same to you friend