My Child Speaks

My Child Speaks
and the dark angel gave the white angel a feather from his wing, the only thing to destroy him, could she use it............

Friday, 17 June 2011

Ignited









My tongue lies bitten 
Between my teeth
Snared against its will
Restricted words 
Not spoken  

                                              
It ignites the flame
Breeding life to anger  
Consuming and fueling 
It ravishes from within
Winning the battle for 
Control without justice



Prescribed a pill
Green little bullet
Causing the monster to
Return to its cave
To sit in submission
For now















Posted by mother4justice at 00:54
poetry

4 comments:

  1. Interruption17 June 2011 at 04:01

    I feel your pain and anger. I am so sorry. But, as I know, sometimes anger can motivate us and keep up strong in our trials. The fire burns and makes us strong, like the pottery in the kiln. Take care.
    Nico

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  2. mother4justice17 June 2011 at 14:53

    awesome nico thank you

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  3. Veronica Lee18 June 2011 at 08:32

    Hi! Stopping by from MBC. Great blog!

    Have a nice day!

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  4. Patricia Singleton19 June 2011 at 20:55

    Anger can feed our passion and sometimes anger is what gets us through the day.

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