Helpless

Helpless in a haze of hatred,
self loathing comes
with inability to express

anything but fear
for the privilege

of shriveled authority
in the shadow of contempt.

Smaller I become,
voice swallowed washed
down with a healthy dose

of salt,
put in my place
I can do nothing but crawl
back under

in these hiding places of a child,
away from accusing eyes

and fits of rage.

BAN June 28, 2015 11:13 pm