Silent Hatred

A black fire inside the throat,

Indigo veins burning eyes,

As the only escape is a groan,

Unable to start a horrid fight.

Waves of a storm pushing a boat,

Coal simmering in the chest and mind,

Like sinful people with an oath,

Taking their revenge on another kind.

I clench my fist, eyes like a storm,

Rage shuts my jaw tight,

A tear runs down on my face.

I stand up, posture of an ork,

I feel like I have to make it right,

To avenge my safe space.

Fülöp Csenge XII. H