Wednesday, 17 July 2013

Red Goblin

Nineteen years have gone by,
And I can't recount the times I've slammed the door, shouted, whined, and cried out loud
Until every window in my house felt like they were going to shatter.
I have a temper and it's as easy as that.
Don't be fooled by the exterior of my shell,
A small frame given and a sweet face feigned. 
Deep inside there's a lion, a tiger, a monster that's creeping in thy blood of mine.
It boils with rage and cools with solace. 
If you peel away my skin, 
I wouldn't be so pretty, would I?
Look at me red, raw, and dripping with liquid.
I'm vulgar, I'm foul, and I'm disgusting. 
Leave. 
I've said enough.


5 comments:

  1. I love this poem and the picture is so fitting. I can definitely see the Red Goblin inside of you. :)

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    1. haha thanks, I miss writing poems, I should actually write a new one someday instead of just posting one that already exists.

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  2. Hi Achu, read your poem, took me three-4 years back, here's my some days old blog :D, do take a look.
    http://seriesthreadsforbread.blogspot.com/

    and dont stop writing, if not for you , but for others

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    1. Hi Dev, glad you can relate to my poem. I don't think I will stop writing...I'm just getting started :D

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