Raw Rugged Rowdy (R on Day 18 of A to Z Challenge 2015)

Howdy,
Your worldly dreams
Are raw, rugged and rowdy
You fail to receive gracefully
Two words of sheer kindness
For those who care
They ignore your venom
Or let it seep into them
Because they don't want to cause you hurt

But you, my boy
You don't care, do you?
You keep spilling venom
And you are in love with it
Holding it close and
Scared to let go of it
As if two words of love
Will make you less of a King
As if empathy could make you less of a warrior

Let me tell you a story about a man who did just what you do. He was rude, rowdy and rugged. He started it when he was a child and no one stopped him. People called him a leader, a king in the making. But no one befriended him and everyone was scared of his wrath. Those who did not fear him, were brought to the terms to being scared of him. And he was surrounded by only those who accepted him. He never let anyone who would make himself question of mend his ways stand next to him.

In his mind he was a King, and he waited for someone who would accept him for what he is. He waited for love, but he could not wait the wait. So he let go of it, hurting those who would want to be with him. This only made him bitter, because his only accomplice is his anger. And now he was bored of his anger, he rarely smiled and those who came to his service were just boring yes-men. They were boring because their yeses were not out of love or care, they were out of fear. Fear of your anger.

Author's Note: Reminds me of Beauty and the Beast. Yes many of us let that bad thing, anger or guilt consume us. We don't care who we smash in the process of feeding onto our anger. We only end up losing those who truly cared. And in the end just carry a guilt, why did I fail to see? Why did I fail to mend? Was anger that precious than those precious moments?

P.S.: Raw Rugged Rowdy for R - April 21, 2015. My eighteenth post for the A to Z April Challenge.

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