How much more can I possibly take
Mistakes misery and heartache
Ignorant people, I’m constantly stunned
Mental illnesses, loss of loved ones
Burning up and boiling inside
My emotions no longer will they hide
Anger expressed on my face
My blackened heart I can’t replace
The rage I have, I’m full of hate
My pins been pulled ready to detonate
No filter on the words I say
Proper etiquette I pushed away
Ready to hurt, hunt, I’m unhinged
If you knew my thoughts you’d cringe
My destined future a darkened tale
A vigilante’s story and murderous trail
Pure blackness from my darkest sectors
A trail of blood from the newest specters
A quest for vengeance in public spectacle
Pure evil victims isn’t hypothetical
Targeted retaliation, I won’t be fooled
My fuse was lit, my pins been pulled
No more facade in this fake charade
Feeling the wrath, my explosive grenade
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This is a strong piece my favorite part is
“Anger expressed on my face
My blackened heart I can’t replace
The rage I have, I’m full of hate
My pins been pulled ready to detonate
No filter on the words I say”
Good morning Fia..hope all is well..thank you