Anger Driven

Sitting on the floor staring at the wall,
My eyes not moving not even blinking,
Wishing I could fold my emotions into a roll,
Throw them away or send them packing,

Curled up in a posture looking like a doll,
My heart so cold it’s not even paining,
The only thing I can seem to do is loll,
I feel so tired since all I do is keep running.

Images appear reminding me of the past,
When things were so good and I lived in heaven,
Before I interpret them they move on in hast,
Keeping up the pace only hurts my abdomen,

I wish I can manage the memories accost,
Instead of sitting here looking like an alien,
The closest I get is always ”almost”,
Maybe it’s because I am very anger driven.

Copyright© 2010 Martha Mghendi


I can not explain the pain, the emptiness that fills the void,
As I open my eyes again,I just want the light to avoid,
Would want the ache to restrain,supress this feeling of paranoid,
Free my heart from imaginary chain,and print ”never again” in the taploid.

But wouldn’t that make me a fool,scared shitless of the world to explore,
Or maybe could cause me drool,of all the spirits I could  chance to adore,
How could I my poor  heart befool,forgetting I have been there before,
If only I could make this heat to cool, save my poor self from an eyesore.

Who dared call this innocent  heart cruel,for trying thyself to protect,
Caused the atteries discard enough gruel,instead of having its strength recollect,
Couldn’t you replenish it with some fuel,enough for the veins to reconnect,
Help this heart stop this duel, and all the negative vibes reject.

I pain I hurt I cry,but no voice comes out of my throat,
As I lay on this bed so dry,trying to keep my emotions afloat,
Seems I pain for all my ancestry,so strong that it makes me bloat,
And that makes me my own adversary,wishing I could run away on a sailboat.

Someday I hope all this will end,the inner peace thy heart to shield,
Close my eyes and feel the spirit accend,and wave goodbye to the battlefield,
Only then I can dare the heart amend,with the much dignity it always upheld,
Then I will finally comprehend,all the treasures love does indeed yield!

Copyright ©2010 Martha Mghendi