Rage Risen ( a narrative poem)




Rage Risen

Sometimes,the pain is too much.
Anger and hurt, turn into rage,
as another type of evil,
lurks from its unlocked cage…

People allow pain to come in,
and take them places they’ve never been.
And then there’s regret,
No turning back…
It becomes difficult,
to find a connection
that you can never get…
On a late night of storms and deafening thunder,
a couple faced darkness within their own home,
as shouts of misunderstanding and disagreement
rang out in pain.

Outside, the air was growing colder
with the increase of pouring rain.
A tall leggy thin brunette, Leiah,
had almost enough.

Her fiance had been yelling
and was filled with rage.
At the moment lightning struck,
he raised his hand to her face-
Dan-he thought to be so tough.

Leiah blinked back tears,
after Dan’s regretful slap.
she pushed him against the wall,
fled out the door,
Trying to get herself under rap.

Sad, and in pain, Leiah ran out into the rain,
down the winding road, running away,
with plans to never come back again.

The night outside was dark,
and tonight’s argument,
had just been another thing
for Leiah to mark.
Slipping on the wet pavement,
She was just about spent.

Looking for a place to retreat,
An unfamiliar forest was ahead for her to meet.
Stopping for a moment to catch her breath,
Leiah could hardly believe, she had finally left.

The night was cold,
But she wouldn’t let it stop her from being so bold.
slowing down, she stopped for air,
It seemed to be, that she was lost in this forest,
and for now, she didn’t really care.

As Leiah began to walk through the woods,
her mind started to wonder,
as she began to frantically think about
all of the wouldn’ts and shouldn’ts….

Her heart began to beat and race,
as flashbacks begin to show her,
Dan’s slap to her face.
Then the tears started to pour,
But before she could gain her composure once more,

Leiah tripped and began to fall down some old forgotten hole,
After several feet down, she hit the wet muddy ground hard,
Pain shot out of her backside, the fall taking its tole.

Her jeans were now soaked from the rain,
Skin, bruised and cut,
Shirt was dirty with grass-stain.
Leiah lay on the ground,
out cold, unaware that nobody else would
be coming around…

Some time passed,
before she would awaken.
Leiah couldn’t remember how she got here,
Until she felt the bruise on her cheek,
Then she was sadly mistaken.

Alone and cold,
She had nobody to hold.
Her stomach rumbled and growled
With hunger pains that grew increasingly loud.
Down in a deep muddy hole,
This was the lowest of the low,
And since several days had passed,
she was no longer beginning to feel whole.

Leiah’s heart began to break,
What hurt the most,
was that nobody had looked for her,
or come to rescue.
That unwanting pain,
was almost too much to take.

With no food or water,
she had grown weak,
and now, was losing her ability to speak.

Growing angry, she became a fit of rage.
In this hole, dirty and mangled,
Leiah felt like a wild animal,
trapped in a cage.

The last moments she shared with Dan,
all the rage, shouting,
It all had gotten out of hand.
Now the memories began to warp her mind.

Any love that she once had, turned blind.
Leiah lay here, on a cold wet dirty ground.
All alone, nobody had came for her,
and now, maybe it was for the best,
that she not be found…

Her heart, that once was full of light and gold,
grew dark and horrid, with a black shade of mold,
Leiah’s hair was ragged,
Tears stung her face, and were hot like acid.

She had torn her shirt in a rage,
and now the anger made her look old with age.
Flies and roaches began to eat away at her skin,
Leiah’s heart turned vengeful with sin.

Mice bit away at her shoelace,
and as she grew more weary,
They all began to look monstrous
and two-face.

Within days, the world had become a difference place,
and Leiah was no longer herself,
Literally, the darkness of the hole,
had turned her toward a difference race.

Rage and anger from her home,
had driven her away.
Inside this hole, had become a death tomb.

In her mind, Leiah was no longer even a person,
as her mentality and physical shape began to worsen.
It became days, without a bite to eat,
as she quickly turned, losing her flesh and meat.

Her eyes, lost their shine,
Now appeared sunken, and dead.
An evil voice from below,
told her, that the stars would never align…

As Leiah, lay down, with her lips in a frown,
she waited for it all to end.
This was never the plan,
She had only wanted a new life to begin…

Her eyes, almost swelled shut,
Were dried with blood and a large cut.
One last tear forced to fall,
as Leiah cried at her hopeless rut…

In her last moments,
a tiny flicker flashed in her heart.
Leiah prayed not to be broken.
She prayed to be rescued,
and to put back all of the pieces
that had been torn apart.

Leiah prayed forgiveness for all the fights with Dan,
and everything that had gotten out of hand.
She begged for a second chance
So that she could find a real prince
who would give her that special first dance.

In a last hope,
Leiah would hope to be rescued from
this downward slope.
She ended her cries of help and prayer,
with a silent, “Lord, I love you,”
to show that she knew that he was still there.

With those last words,
before her heart gave its last beat,
Something above, provided her with warmth and heat.
Light filtered in through the dark hole,
As a golden hand reached in to raise Leiah up.

Something inside, touched and lit up her soul.
t’was a moment that once was dark,
had now become sweet with a bright spark.

Leiah raised up, her hands in the air
as her heart began to beat,
and the wind blew through her full brunette hair.


Sometimes, when the pain is too much,
You have to turn away from the anger and hurt.
Don’t lose faith, and don’t lose touch…
And always, keep rage
locked inside its cage.

-Ariana R. cherry 2014

Published by Ariana R. Cherry

“Within the depths of our mind, we are battling the duel of light and darkness…good and evil…love and hate…” Between Light and Darkness is Ariana’s most recent collection of poetry… Cherry’s frequent message she delivers throughout her work is, “The journey through the darkness, back into the light.” Her hope is to let others know that they won’t be in that place of darkness for long – that they indeed can reach the light once again…She also wants her readers to know – that – it is okay if they find themselves in that bleak blackness…Sometimes we feel guilty for going to that dark place – but it is necessary to conquer the demons that battle our souls…. Other books that Cherry has written include "Only If" and "Twisted Paths Poetry." Her epic tale, “Only If,” won the “Reader’s Favorite Award” and a 5 star review…and her collection, “Twisted Paths Poetry,” received a 5 star review from Realistic Poetry International. She has been writing ever since she was a child. Some of her inspirations include Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost, Stephen King, Emily Dickinson, Christopher Pike and Shel Silverstein. Ariana writes a variety of genres: inspirational, humorous and horror – although writing horror is one of her favorites…. She was 12 years old when she read Poe for the very first time – which inspired her epic poetry tale, “Only If.“ During other parts of her free time, she enjoys taking photos and creating art. Her “day-jobs” include working as a church administrative aide and reporting for a local newspaper.

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