A Poem by Sean Eddingfield

Do not test this hypothesis...



Up thru the darkness...

seemigly endless

save a pulsating redness

in the distance...

It rises.

Until it reaches that surface...

only a thick skin remaining.

Can you stop it?

Or will you allow it to continue on

until at last

the veil of my heart

and my concience

is broken?


No, never

quick to anger,

but once having arrived

I will show you it's face.

I will show you it's teeth.

I will show you.

© 2010 Sean Eddingfield

Author's Note

Sean Eddingfield
The first thing I have written in a while... perhaps the very reason why...

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good poem. i felt the emotion behind it. it really does describe rage.

Posted 11 Years Ago

That definetely sounds like rage. Got a couple of pieces on the subject myself. One typo I noticed: "streached" should be "stretched". Good work.

Posted 11 Years Ago

This piece is so powerful and intense. I know this feeling, and it's almost unstoppable. The last line ends it perfectly as well. Very good write.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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3 Reviews
Added on July 11, 2010
Last Updated on September 16, 2010
Tags: anger, rage, demon, devil, hate, sadness, poem, dark


Sean Eddingfield
Sean Eddingfield


Towering heights and abysmal depths and a litte of the life in between... but mostly... mosty... of what I speak is of those who are unseen... But save some fear to hold onto... you can't see them, b.. more..