The Heavy Bag

I find myself standing in a dimly lit room.
A man screaming - accompanied by an angry beat, and the shriek of electric guitar.
Dull pains shoot up and down my arms with the steady pum-pum-pumpum of each strike on the heavy bag.
Beads of sweat tickle my lashes and cheeks as they meander down my face, making their way to the floor.
All the world around me seems a blur except the heavy bag now.
My pseudo enemy sways gently from the rocketed barrage.
With each crackle of energy my body expends on the bag
On the boys face-
On love lost-
On friendship failed-
More built up frustration oozes from my bleeding knuckles
Overwhelming thirst has overtaken me - but I ignore it
Ignore the thirst the way she ignored me
My head feels dizzy now
Dizzy from thirst, or from anger... I wonder
Now all is black
Black like the heavy bag

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SpecialSense's picture

Ohmygoodness. I love this. I

Ohmygoodness. I love this. I always drop by your page when I want to read something I know I'll love.

TheShadowKnows's picture

:D

WOW... an extremely flattering comment! Thank you SO much!!! :D :D :D :D

9inety's picture

this is

essential
it is the essence of which I refer,
the writing that is..

thoughts of rage behind the meaning
it is wasted energy
when heart ache is used as an excuse to hurt yourself
it is time to move along with your life...
poetry can be a relief, and it won't make you dizzy

Peace
" From my own limited experience I have found that the greatest degree of inner tranquility comes from the development of love and compassion."
Dali Lama


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot