Soulcrush

his vast maw spews forth
a delivery of denigration,
staccato sticks and stones
hurled with venomous vigor
in machine gun frenzy
the leaden poison bullets
hitting the heart hard
jerking the soul strings
wearing thin with insult,
acidity dripping and dissolving
corroding their committment
polarisation pulsing into view
building walls ever higher
cemented by hatred

surely it is not meant?
where is the committment,
the shining example?
replaced by petty point-scoring
and manifestations malignant
boiling in fermented intensity,
showering ears with barbed comment

eyes roll and look for deliverance
which remains ever stalled like praise
a poised viper is always waiting
to spring with pent-up
bitterness

it's an addicition - always
everyone else wrong, always
an excuse for adrenaline fix
of abuse, a tirade of blame
heaped like so much shit
on their shoulders, broadened
by years of this manic sequence
the mind of a seeming madman
being called forth all too often
channelling its primal negativity
pounding, pounding, demanding

submission is the only solution
that is unless you leave

I am glad I am leaving