In a God's Shadow

In a God's Shadow

A Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

This is pretty dark. If you don't feel like reading something dark, there are plenty of alternatives. Proceed if you are ok with feeling a little depressed.


God’s Shadow (Silence)

You’re a pig, but I’m not going to be your animal on the farm

You’re not a butcher, couldn’t operate a slow cooker

Your propaganda animalisticly is searching for virtues

I cannot stay my blade, but steel heartless arteries within a monster’s canvas cannot be burned or diced to ribbons, they are bright burning embers in the souls of deadmen

The enraged engine of my soul is immortal

Incorporeal, my soul will remain eternal

Every mourning of purgatory, dawning on the coming storm

I hope that good will change the world

But cannot stop a puppet when their strings are pulled

I’m not running like a bloody nose from the faucet of your fist

Or maybe the thoughts of survival fleeing through my mind

I truly loved my people, but I was never their own

I brutally fight your evil, but the good in me is a weak heart, crushed under stone

Heartfelt the pain of that betrayal, on an ivory throne

Lifting the veil on the maelstrom

I see you storm through my defences

And I reign supreme only in my mind

Drowning on a drop in the bucket, it seems I am just a monster to be hunted

But this monster is not the devil of man that you are

Confined in the Frankenstein of my life, stitching it all back to anarchy, just a flesh wound, on my soul

That I sold to find beauty’s allusion

And I live ethereal a daydreamer of hope

In a place where pessimists renaissance pestilence, and optimists are a sarcophagus in apocrypha that has been written in school shootings and mass murderers

In a world where I am nothing but a symbol for something that died years before I was born

Something underneath it all, undisturbed, undeserved, and unwanted

Mercy is only god’s will, never man’s

We are so angry that we cannot see ourselves as cruelty’s resurrection, reconstructing, excavating hate

We cannot see reason because we are blinded by our beliefs

Because we are watching shadows on the wall, and the screams on the winds of war are just as unexplainably warped by our self-love, that we do not understand the truth

The truth is we have gone wrong

Long before we were right in the head

We instinctively bristle to the harshness of embezzled feelings, of our ideals being wrong

That we are such a demonic rite, that we fill one role, only conquerers

We truly are animals

And we farm ourselves

Our hope

Our lives

Our hate

Until we reap what we sow, humanity

We are only human

Only devils that devour each other, cry wolf, when we should fear man

Only a god has the right to judge ourselves

And executing that judgement, is blasphemy

That judgement will never die, as long as we have someone to blame

Life is Russian roulette, but we have only grazed the surface of our empty shells

Aimless hate will target everyone, waiting for monsters of man, to pull the trigger, and unload that pain onto someone else’s shoulders

As they buckle from the suffering

And fall victim to vengeance, their words fall flat, they are stumbling over their actions, tripping over their hallucinating hatred, falling for its lies

Until their hate points back at them, like headlights before a car crash, the mirror shattering until the pieces of our lives become one deep reflection where we are what we see as evil

As when you look upon the abyss, it looks back at you, and it pity’s the lighthearted incarcerated who live in such a dark world while hope is just another’s despair, like a moth to a flame

A candle in the wind, and a shadow of what we could have been

Those whose eyes have closed, woven together, buried, not treasured

Don’t need the finery of their lives to wilt under sunrise

As the smoke ropes through the air, like candlelight’s vandalizing of our irises

I need this pain to be put out, so the night can let me sleep

Somewhere peaceful, not this evil evangelical melancholy, this anger

That pounds down the door to my heart

And I feel I have been robbed of remorse, left breathtakingly empty

So that I have locked up someplace inside, and refused to feel, enlightened

Where a shadow of some god used to be, a hybrid hymn of a diaphragm’s silence

I hear nothing but the chill of empty mouths screaming in the silence

© 2019 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

Author's Note

R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

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Added on August 11, 2019
Last Updated on August 11, 2019
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R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

Burlington, Halton, Canada

For those who wonder why I have a silly username, I've been using this name because I find it funny. Potatoes are never really that sinister. The e on the end of potato is because I'm a potato with to.. more..