Untitled No 8

I stalk the edges of your soul

Unobserved I watch with baleful eyes

Ignored, I feed in corners

A voraciousness I hide

I live behind the fence of smiling eyes

Though blank stares suit me best

Dementia eludes me

I remember very well

Chameleon camouflaged

Concealed behind compassion

I choke on smoke screens empathy

Indifferent and uncaring

At times corrosive, caustic

Acid tongue

Will flash and flicker

Before dipped once more in honey

Know this

I am your rage

Powerful, potent, articulate

I cast aside my camouflage

I rise in wraths red heat

No childish tantrum this

No selfish sulk

That life did not go my way

From silent furies furnaces forged

My voice will learn to speak

And in the spoken word

My birth right I will claim