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


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


  1. 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.

  2. Hi! Stopping by from MBC. Great blog!

    Have a nice day!

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


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