Sacrilege

Chaos broods into this eternal sufferer
His heart has been frozen,
His soul’s been wretched,
His self, torn asunder.
Yet he keeps coming back for more.
How he lives such hellish life escapes any fool’s understanding.
He is not of this reality.
He is not of this world.
He is not of this Earth.
Grief, agony, despair
Hatred, wrath, disillusionment
Like fire in a hearth, he is trapped with all his emotions caged up inside of him
He’s forsaken
Someone unwanted by the world
His birth was an accident
His reason, unknown
He is an insignificant soul
Adrift into a stream of mind numbing lies
Uncertainty plagues his every being
Every demon awaits his mistakes
One false move and he throws himself into throes of embezzlement
He seeks redemption
He needs change
He needs sanctuary from his own sins
Too much vices has gotten hold of him
Gripping his throat with icy chills
Its only time until he meets his Maker
He knows he shall pay for his debts
There is no escaping his reaping
He dug his own grave and he might as well use it
But he won’t go without a fight
Still he’s fighting
Fighting for something he does not know
He used to fight for someone, his murderer
That only heightened his sorrow and his hate for humankind
Alone, buried in his own grieves, he enjoys his sacrilege
He lives his pain.

Author's Note

Image Disclaimer: I do not own the image included. I just found that it suited my piece so there you go. Special thanks to the original artist.

Reviews

[Bhavya Kaushik]

wow!! A great piece indeed...
Superb visualization..and surely a "Dark" one!
Awesome work friend :)

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This is the best poem I've read in the contest so far.

You paint a lovely picture and it FLOWS....which is VERY important. :)

[Melanie Jane Boicourt S..]

This is an interesting writing. I thought that you were talking about something that wasn't human and then you spoke of vices so I thought, O.K. you are just talking about a human that has a torchered soul and so feels as if they are disconnected from this world. Then you wrote
"He used to fight for someone, his murderer
That only heightened his sorrow and his hate for humankind"
So I think, maybe he is a ghost.
Then the last line.
"Alone, buried in his own grieves, he enjoys his sacrilege
He lives his pain."
He lives his pain tells me that he is still alive. Isn't he?
This could be taken on many levels which is not a bad thing.
Good 'make me think' writing.
Thank you for sharing.
Love All, Mejasha