The blackness of my heart’s in bloom
The room turns red with rage
I watch with steady, deadened eyes
Fury takes the stage
From the heat that surges from my skin
Rise mirages of control
But behind these eyes I’m wild and
Unworthy and un-whole
A ruptured firecracker makes
Less sound than my mind
Hot beneath the collar now
I am rancor, unrefined
A breath to steady my revenge
A smile to smudge the stain
A glimpse within those righteous eyes
Diagnoses me profane
A cigarette with trembling hands
And a silent vow outside
That ever if you walk my way
All grace will be denied
© Jerod Scott
jsascribes 
A perfect choice.
Isn’t it, though?
I also remember this one from myspace, I love it. In a way it reminds me of Sterling! Do you find that odd?
LOL! Not odd at all. Sterling did have to come from somewhere in me, right?
Right you are!
But behind these eyes I’m wild and
Unworthy and un-whole???
Jesus, have I told you today that I love your poetry?
–Julie
Awww, Thanks! LOL