Poem – Rage of the broken ones

From March 2009 Journal

Such sweetness and
a delicate dream of safety.

f**k safety.
I’m a freak
does my nakedness
not terrify you?
don’t tell me
how sacred this is
It can never be free
of darkness
for such as I.

I want to taste your sweat
hold me and
hear my soul screaming
don’t turn away
face it
face the darkness and 
the horror of it
the blood and
the shadows under the bed
the memories that
never quite fade
the nightmares like
gin traps waiting each night
stalking and hunting my soul.

Howl with me
paint blood on your face
my demented soldier
come join my war
just don’t try to tell me
it’s all okay
it’s all okay now
it’s all in the past
don’t tell me
you don’t
see it too.

Don’t tell me its pretty
let me see the fire in your eyes
taste the acid of my rage
do I scare you?
do I disgust you?
I will take you down
where the shadows are
where the nightmares sleep
where the broken things
lie in pain.

You cannot make this better.

But you can hold me.
But you can
let me scream.

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