Thunderous fist

by The Poet Behind The Poems   Feb 11, 2013


Finally- I open my eyes,yet the
world around me has changed,
undressed it's self to embrace
the truth we longed ,but never
searched for.

These red walls contract, demons
release me from invisible shackles.
my hand reflects the sins ,unwashed,
unhealed.

His voice left a gaping hole in my
memory, and with unspeakable
actions I subconsciously obeyed .

With thunderous fists I transformed
her from recognisable to barely human.

With thunderous fists I transformed
my actions following newtons law-

struck down by the hand of God.

For Chelsey's club challenge.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A dark and detailed piece really well written. 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Marcy Lewis

    Again with the twisted killer-rapist whatever this man is. I wonder if every time you write a piece you're penning as the same character/speaker/killer. It's very fascinating. I usually fear reading things like these.

    "His voice left a gaping hole in my
    memory, and with unspeakable
    actions I subconsciously obeyed ."

    Here, I believe that you mean the speaker hears voices or is psychotic/schizophrenic or something. Getting into this person's conscious mind is so interesting. And creepy.

  • 11 years ago

    by WW

    I love the way this opens, like truth in the world is no longer disguised (undressed) when you (finally) open your eyes. Turns out to be dark thing indeed, eloquently violent.

  • 11 years ago

    by WW

    I love the way this opens, like truth in the world is no longer disguised (undressed) when you (finally) open your eyes. Turns out to be dark thing indeed, eloquently violent.

  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Yay you changed the title... what a title it is too! still love this piece! x

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