Description: I posted this poem three years ago, and though it recieved a lot of views, there was not a single comment. I thought I might try again, becuase this theme has been on my mind lately, and I think it's something everyone can relate to. I actually wrote this one quite instantly, and it was one of the ones I found a few days later and hardly remembered writing.
This poem makes me feel that you truly have a feeling for the misanthropy and delusion that giving in to a trembling fit of rage can bring . At first you " can only see the red " . Then it hits you what an idiot maneuver it was and you don't want to listen as your conscience screams execrational expletives at you , especially if you have to realize you've only hurt yourself . Then confusion sets in and you feel as if you must defend yourself , but there is no defense available and you're "Walking on eggshells" . All in all a very frustrating experience I in fact once went through when I punched a door , only to realize I had broken my little finger . Fortunately , at least for me , this experience did not repeat itself . Happy days . It's good to learn from your mistakes .
Your opening line is killer. I get that punching glass thing (I used to pretend it was the dog getting a little too exuberant!) and I'd say a lot of people would.
I like how you say 'can only see the red'- it shows this disconnection with reality while also recalling 'seeing red' to mind- it manages to express dissociation and anger succintly.
The next verse is probably the most relateable- it's less violence, more emotion: that heavy, nauseating feeling of dread when you've done something you shouldn't have. Everyone has had that at some point, so this is a good way to connect your subject with more readers (those who are too self-controlled to wander about punching windows!).
I think you bring attention to that fine distinction between confusion and uncertainty, that line gave me pause for thought, a little think about how the two are kind of the same yet totally different...
Your last line is killer, too, It echoes the first line nicely, bringing this full circle. Nicely done :)
This reminds me of a couple of long-ago persons I knew in Never Again Land. The first one never punched things before meeting me (I have that effect of men, hmmmm), and the second one boxed so it was not my fault (Yay! LOL).
I have had those feelings, though, the anxiousness building up until it's like, something has to snap, and just the glass isn't enough... Sometimes, you just gotta bleed, as my friend would say. Just make sure your insurance policy is up to date first.
Nice write, I don't know why it didn't get comments before, I think it's visual and easy to relate to... I know I can feel it from here.