Temper Trap...a poem
By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Crisp steps, pronounced, determined,
lead me away to my contentious will,
to relent on an obvious truth,
and storm my way to denial.
Abrupt, defiant, air-piercing jabs,
hung like Christmas decorations,
shiny red anger covering life beneath,
temper frayed, blood flashing.
How wrong can denial plead right,
struggling with the lie, the ignorance
of knowing without action,
cloaking the skin, thick and impenetrable.
When does the lie turn real and the truth withdraw,
when does the delusion outgrow its clothes,
and indignation become some twisted truth,
reasons bunched up like sheep at a gate.
Heart simmering, breath subsiding,
mind filled with swirling notions of opposition,
gently returning to an earthy grave,
the fog lifting ever so slowly on stone cold servility.
How driven we can be to our insolent self,
unrealistic, ignorant and defiant,
shallow when truth is deep, deep when reality floats,
answers beside us as we tantrum.
Temper is the husk of denial,
a refusal of acceptance.
More by this Author
Prose poetry about decisions and how we make them, accepting the consequences without choice. It expresses how we can decide for our own growth and understanding, and regardless of difficulty accept the needs of...
Prose poetry about the realisations of life: being, experiencing and gaining perspective.
A poem about the pleasures of the flesh.