RAGE

The angry voices twist
Your words and spit them back
At you in acid.
You cannot hide from
The blinding, cutting, laser light
Of that rage.

The tears are swallowed,
Your throat aches with
The injustice of it all.
There is no jury here,
You have no lawyer
Rephrasing your stumbling words.

Just you and blind fury,
Fear and love
And impotence.

Copyright 'Chelle Hine 1995