My emotion now is a storm.
Rage, chaos and I scream for more.
Anger grips me tight. It's hard to get loose.
Bloody rage has blind me to the truth.
My hand shakes with adrenalines roar.
My face fails to hide anger décor.
It is overwhelming this force inside me
I remember going feral and forgetting everything.
It's a mess, no serenity under flesh
an undeniable true test.
My soul feels consumed with the fire.
My mind feels ragged naked and expired.
I am tired of fighting What seems so plastered,
but I must realize I am my own master.
This is really well written, maybe it is our different writing styles but it seems to irritate me slightly that it is written using 'my' etc. I know we are told not to give this comment but I actually can relate, being so angry and consumed by the pain that you're blinded from the truth. Yeah I get that so much that I lash out unintentionally at the people I care most about. 'My face fails to hide anger décor.' is my favourite line, that and the last line.
I really liked this. A lot of people would probably tell you to display it a little differently. But that's the best the thing about poetry- you can express yourself the way YOU want to. I don't believe that form is always the most important thing. The last line, "I must realize I am my own master," is my favorite. Your anger is truth, pure loveliness in the way that you wrote it. I love it so much. I think I'll read more from you based on this poem.
The agression pours out of it like a tidal wave. The structure points that should be concidered have been allready mentioned so I won't elaborate on those. I hope that you liberate your self from this kind of anger because it only leads to acts you will regret sooner or later...trust me on this.