By Cameron Brown
Limestone School, grade 12
Rage consumes like a fire to a page ever growing.
Where it stops, nobody knows.
It shows its many calls of evil intent, as if hell-bent, content only when it goals are met.
It has not stopped trying yet, steady as it sets inside. Forever it shall reside.
But never will it be that you see it within me, the fires that consume thee.
I ask myself “Why is it so?” as it advances forward its plans and demands, as I sit with clenched fists instead of open hands.
It pounds, it hounds evil notes of a sickly sound, as it rears its head around.
Me it has found, trying to make me howl its calls yet I will not answer.
For if I do it doth bring my fall, my demise as it eyes reflect what it wanted to see, Yet I keep it blind unto me.
I must acquit it quick for it next goes for my heart, I will not let it take apart and piece back together for its own twisted pleasure.
Black is the liquid it oozes called Hate, the only friend that Rage can relate, as it now begins to consummate itself within thee, Oh how I wish it be not apart of me.
Though I know that will never come to light, all I can do is continue the fight of right, take flight ways of wrong.
Rage, I will never sing your sickly song.
Even if I furlong for your power, I shall not let myself sour.
I will not let myself cower, never will I stop the fight as long as my heart beats with all its might. I know the ways of right. NEVER shall you come to light.
You scream, “You have not seen the last of me!” As I swallow your only key, forever to be locked away in me.
Rage, it will never come to be, that you become, me!
Cameron Brown is a senior at the Limestone Community School and a rather prolific poet; he plans on attending the University of Maine at Presque Isle this fall for a degree in English. Of his impressive poetry portfolio, Cameron chose three pieces to submit to NIE this year, Rage, Opposites and Dreams versus Reality?
