So you hate him.
Wish him ill.
You have a problem.
If he could only feel
The fear, the doubt, the horror;
If he could only satisfy your
Yearning
For him to feel those things
He might do it.
He might.
If he could only understand
How much it means to you
To cause him pain;
With what a flood of anguish
And venom you despise
Hunger his agony
And want to be responsible;
Want him to know,
He certainly might try.
But, he can’t.
Despair’s no longer sexy
To those who’ve seen it naked.
Fear cowers under a straight,
Steady gaze.
You’ll have to offer something
More frightful
Than your silly rage;
Your idealized terror;
Something more dismal
Than your impotent concept of
Emptiness;
Something with more substance
Than your scorn;
Something more somber than you
Think death is
To make him care.
Life will hand him defeats
His days will serve up
A ration of pain
He’ll deal with them as he must
And always know those blows
Aren’t yours.
They’re just life.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 
words of wisdom (~_~) wishing ill fated deeds on another usually shows the boiling blood in the wisher and it is best to turn off the fire, of course I really like the way you put it..very good poetry on emotions
Despair’s no longer sexy
To those who’ve seen it naked.
Fear cowers under a straight,
Steady gaze.
Thanks zendictive, and much obliged for the kind words and visit. Gracias, Jules
The last time I hung onto anger was about ten years ago. Then I realized what a futile thing it was, a terrible waste of time and energy, I have not fallen into that trap again. I’ve learned to let things go quite quickly and it serves me so much better.
Your poem is an interesting look at the trap so many fall into without realizing that the only person who really suffers at the hands of anger is the person holding it.
Hi again Teresa Evangeline. It’s a challenge, it is. Gracias, Jules
Good stuff.
Thanks Ed. Obliged for your visit. Jules
The more I read the more I like 🙂 Great writing, Jules.
I appreciate you coming by autumnsunshine. Thanks for the kind words. Jules
fun explorations in life.
enjoyed it.
🙂
Noisless: Thank you for the visit.
Anger and frustration at its’ venomous best.Excellent!
Thanks Julia. Jules
This struck me as a good one for anger management therapy, it hurts to carry so much anger in you
projectworks: Indeed it would. Thanks for the visit. Jules
Well said, Jules. Solid words of wisdom. Don’t ya wish we’d a been this wise when we was young?
Thanks for the visit Charles. Actually I needed all those years of that stacked on top of one another to give me a platform for now. I’m thinking a few years of nowishness and I might come to experience wisdom, or less conspicuous lack of wisdom. Gracias, Jules
“Actually I needed all those years of that stacked on top of one another to give me a platform for now. ” – I absolutely love this. Anger can be an incredibly destructive emotion, and oddly I find writing about it one of the best distractions.
Hi halfwayabetweenthegutter: Thank you for coming by. Writing is, indeed, a worthy pursuit for a lot of reasons. Gracias, Jules
An excellent philosophical piece captured with brilliance. Thank you!
Thanks for coming by Kay. Gracias, Jules
Awesome write… and how very true…Anger and guilt so closely linked. Loved the end…
Here’s me this week: http://manojramani.com/?p=517
Gracias Manoj Kewalramani. Jules
How true! “They’re just life”
shail: Seems inevitable. Gracias, Jules
Hello.
Anger really only hurts the angry one & it uses it so much unnecessary energy that could be spent doing happy things.
You speak the truth with this one.
Nicely done!
Thanks for sharing.
Bashful Lady
Very interesting..esp liked the lines..” Despair’s no longer sexy
To those who’ve seen it naked…”
Thanks Anonymous.
it brings out such powerful emotions very interestingly… I esp. liked the ending.. “And always know those blows
Aren’t yours.
They’re just life.” Beautiful..
Woah … a fu@#$%^ men! Excellent … excellent!
bravo,
never let the negative energy dominate,
keep writing.
….if he reads this & still doesn’t get it,
….he’s senseless!
Good poem.
I love the last lines.
Unrequited hate, wow, this poem really made me think! Good poem Jules, thank you for sharing!
Great use of the second person tense in places. Really drew me into the poem.
Second person perspective sorry, not tense.
strong words . well written
Thank you. Jules
Always bad to let an enemy live rent free in your head.
Some very good images in this poem