Poetry Day: Berserker Am I

Posted on June 16, 2022 by Charles Yallowitz

Anger from Inside Out

(People dream a lot about fear and love.  I don’t hear much about dreaming of rage.  At least not in my circles.  So, when I used to have these types of dreams, I didn’t have anyone to talk to.  Hence, the poem and then they never turned up again.)

Every night

I dream the dream

Vivid and loud

Invading every sense

Becoming my reality

For untold bits of time

*

It differs

From my younger dreams

No more heroic image

I am haggard

A twitching husk

Of sub-humanity

*

The beginning fades

Never as important

As the main event

Enemies arise

Threatening my family

Or random passersby

*

Savagery unleashes

When I finally snap

A roaring tempest

Quickly bathed in blood

Wielding body parts

Torn from screaming foes

*

I endure their blows

Like a demon come alive

Bullets and knives

Drawing blood

Until the very end

When I stand within an abattoir

*

I wake

With no sense of jolt

My eyelids flutter open

Taking in the clock

Crimson numbers

Reminding me of rage

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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7 Responses to Poetry Day: Berserker Am I

  1. John W. Howell says:
    June 16, 2022 at 11:14 am

    Wow. Quite a night. (or series of nights) A terrific poem, Charles.

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  2. L. Marie says:
    June 16, 2022 at 4:12 pm

    That is some dream! But it is the perfect description of the state of a berserker who fights as in a trance. A welll-realized poem.

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  3. V.M.Sang says:
    June 17, 2022 at 10:55 am

    A powerful poem, Charles. I’m glad the dreams stopped after you wrote it. That’s interesting.

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