He sits alone. <br />Abandoned by all, <br />Hated by all. <br />Inside, <br />He screams. <br />Tears, hot fire, <br />Trace shimmering lines down his cheeks. <br />The echo of violent screaming plays in his head. <br />-Hate- <br />His parents could never understand him. <br />It's only another tattoo: <br />Katie asked him to. <br /> <br />The anger of his father's yelling <br />Drowns out the fear of rejection, <br />Drawing all focus to itself. <br />He is fully angry, <br />Only angry. <br />The pain on his arm from the needle <br />Is forgotten, in his hot anger. <br />His parent's voices echo in his head: <br />'You're only sixteen! <br />What were you thinking? ' <br /> <br />Now, he is only thinking <br />Of the cash he has, <br />Hidden in his closet. <br />Rummaging around, <br />He finds the pile of money <br />-New life- <br />Hidden there also, <br />A small bag of a fine powder <br />-Life's excitement- <br />A handgun, his father's, stolen. <br />-Life's protection- <br />Demonic voices, <br />Sounding painfully sweet, <br />-Deception- <br />Order his life: <br />His new life, <br />Far away. <br />He is running, <br />Chased by his anger, <br />His hatred, <br />His lust.<br /><br />James Grengs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prodigal-part-1-rebel/
