Firecracker

Posted: May 24, 2013 in Fiction, Jerod Scott, Poetry, Words, Writing
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 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

 

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Comments
  1. Linda L. Bennett says:

    I also remember this one from myspace, I love it. In a way it reminds me of Sterling! Do you find that odd?

  2. But behind these eyes I’m wild and
    Unworthy and un-whole???

    Jesus, have I told you today that I love your poetry?

    –Julie

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