by Stacey Foxworthy

Created on: October 18, 2008

Only In My Dreams

The venom coursing through my veins ignites my insides in a fiery inferno. I must combat this insatiable desire to lash out maliciously at those who have wronged me. Protected by an invisible shield they have proven themselves time and again to be deceitful; engaging in sinister, corrupt, and under-handed deeds without suffering the consequences of their actions. This conduct is kept quiet and swept under the proverbial rug.

The anger, the hatred grows swiftly but silently. I can feel the animosity festering deep down within my bowels like a storm surge. Staring overhead I watch with incredible trepidation as the storm clouds brew ominously signifying a drastic change in weather. My mood becomes more somber and brooding as I can sense the anger and rage frantically clawing its way toward the surface.

Vengeance is foremost on my mind as I relive the nightmare in my dreams questioning as to what more I could have done to prevent my brother's demise. They persecuted him and labeled him an unholy monster but he was merely an innocent young man. He was accused and convicted of a despicable crime that he did not commit, dying in a cold and dank prison cell at the hands of a true beast. How does one fight such a powerful monster that hides behind an impenetrable shield falsely conveying the imagery and motto of truth and justice?

It was not long before I found myself inundated with intense feelings of resentment, animosity, rage, and hatred. Little in life as of late had offered me the same empowered feeling as that of neutralizing and demoralizing my enemies. I had grown invisible fangs and my blood had been converted into potent venom. My eyes glowed brightly with a blazing hatred that could never be quelled as it burned with the intensity of the rising sun. An incessantly nagging sensation urged me to rip the flesh savagely from their bones.

My parents tried desperately to seek professional help on my behalf. They feared I was headed down the road of self-destruction. I could not condone the actions that had been taken against my brother. I could not live with the notion that justice had been corrupted and distorted so easily and without reservation. How could I accept this reality in the land of freedom and democracy? I was taken aback by how many people were willing to just sit back and allow such atrocities to take place out of pure fear and intimidation. Nono I could not allow myself in good conscience to go down so readily without some semblance

• 1
• 2
• 3
• 4
• Next Page >>