She lashes out with her razor sharp and angry nails <br />At anyone or anything that moves <br />Concealing her hurt… she expresses her rage <br />Not realizing all rage is nothing more than pent up pain <br />She uses expletives as verbs <br />She feels she derives some satisfaction from creating action <br />Not to mention friction <br />Although in her mind she has very few moving parts <br />As she is paralyzed with fear <br />A fear of being loved by another stranger <br />In the darkest room of all <br />Her head <br />Her arms bear the marks of the damage done <br />Her many lovers have left their bloody tracks <br />And she has followed every one of them <br />To Hell and back <br />She lies awake at night <br />Afraid to close her naked eyes <br />Afraid to see the dark <br />That has become her hollow hole and heart <br />A grave within a grave <br />A soul without a soul... <br /> <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-pain-and-anger-has-its-own-zipcode/
