Fire water fuels waiting demons
waiting for release,waiting to attack
and deny, deny you sanity
love and companionship
dredging anger, venom from
all the places where you shove it
Cramming vile & grotesque thoughts
fermented perfectly with that one last beer..
Lucinda Rose 
The line “all the places where you shove it” has really nice rhythm and sound
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Thank you.. As with most of my poetry, first I let it flow out then I shape it up. It is nice to hear that there is some rhythm in it.
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Probably the best & most touching poem I’ve read from you, & it’s impact is profound. Very brave of you to write…
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Thank you for the compliment, I am not sure brave is the word I would have used to describe writing it. It burst out of my mind one night.
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I am back to your blog! I can’t help it. I just can’t stay away from it. It is so hypnotizing.. not in the cryptic sense but in a good way.
This poem is so raw, you know? It is what it is. No ornaments. It’s the truth. It was what your mind and your soul were carrying together. I love that.
Remember me.
I’ll be back to comment more.
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Thank you so much, I am glad you are back. I should be back at full speed by next week. A lot of my poetry is raw I am told and it makes sense. I write poetry often when a line or thought won’t leave my mind. The rest of the poem comes pouring out once I get the first line out. I try to go back later to polish it, but still keep it simple and true.
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