translation for an enemy

A glass half empty, never full
I feel disdain, remorse and scorn
with every verbal dagger I throw,
Blood spills from me,
For I am the enemy at which I throw…

For the first time, in a life marked by expression
Neither pen, nor voice
Can translate this mind/body eclipse

My soul cries rage
while two tired eyes convince the world of tranquility
Windows to the soul..
Foggy windows, result a visibility of zero

As the anger builds
both madness and pain,
threaten a weary mind, with a coup

Hate

I hate without reason or cause
I hate myself for feeling hate
Like a foggy night, it creeps past
unnoticed…
Till a blanket of brash uncertainty covers the world entire

Anger

I feel anger toward all
I feel angry at myself for all my anger and scorn
Piece by piece it consumes the world
when the first goes past,
the defensive walls crumble and fall
No different than the way a crime unfolds
words spill forward
wounding every person in their path
Which in turn injures me
for wounding friend, not foe

Translation required
mind… can you mend a broken soul?
before my dagger finds a beating heart..
for its home.

forgive?
every friend, made enemy
by a careless man,
throwing daggers at his own soul

translation for an enemy

Matt Richardson

Joined March 2008

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