out of anger,
out of rage
split the skin
in my thigh
the cut will represent the pain
that i can't bear to keep inside.

Something inside me
has no voice
it claws, scratches, and screams
it fires up a rage inside of me
it is the screams
of my anger
and turmoil
fighting
the abuse
the power
I itch for
but can not
reach
the *******
frustrating feeling
I can not put
into ******* words

There is nothing I can do.
No revenge I can get.
I am filled with anger, and hatred.
And now, as I feel it pulsing throughout me,
I realize that my ability to hold grudges is a curse.

As I enter prayer,
soft mandalas take over my vision.
I am in another world with my lord,
as he showers me with etheric hugs and kisses.

Oh my Love!
How I wish you could touch me physically.
How I wish my mortal body would dissipate into thin air,
and the boundaries between us would be blurred.

Oh God!
How I pity myself and feel remorse,
when thy prayer ends, and I lose you again,
busying myself back to studying and work,
waiting until the time to pray comes again,
until the period of which we can reconnect once more,
and I can reimburse myself and banquet inside your sweet love.
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