A Poem by PoetryofProvidence

My fury and outrage remain unabated , it seethes like magma
and spreads itself throughout my being , it is barely contained
I shield it to keep the damage within , so it does not consume me
or those I love and want not to hurt. My dark raving hisses and
steams awaiting release , with screams, hysteria that I may not be
able to save the one that becomes my vent , the outpouring
eruption of pain , that I would whip and lash with lurid pitch that it
might cloak with agony the one whom I love upon its receipt .
Why cannot I cover it and shift my focus to that which builds
and does not tear down and ravage as I have been ravaged?
Why does not that majesty of things that stand before
me not move me to ease or peace?
Oblivion , that vast chasm that plunges deep within my
soul ice cold heart , I wish it destroyed , but its the only
thing within that seems still alive and beating. I wish it replaced
with tenderness and warmth that it may mark you with pleasure
and not agony, clothe you with beauty and not the ugliness
that has taken up residence and keeps its rent.
In sackcloth and ashes I mourn the loss of innocence , not for
myself only but for all those who suffer , and raise not their
hands against the perpetrators of their suffering.
God do not let me join in acts of perpetuation , that I strike
others in kind , in repayment for their deeds.
My life has been sacked and looted , thieves have stolen every
precious piece of personality that might make me redeemable.
Raw and naked estate exposed, my inheritance from Adam ,
I was molded in pain and forged by fire imprinted by a storm of ire......
Oh , God why did you preserve me so that I had not died and
left me alive to cry , scream at the trials of fire that blister the
souls of men...
Awaken oh my heart , do not sleep in the death of love , and
the reign of savage pain , and the cries of those who live in
affliction , whose cries have been silenced before you.....
My tears have become stone , my walls a castles fortress
I cannot cast aspersions it holds you as well as I
unlike the earth my stone cannot drink in the sun

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Added on August 21, 2010
Last Updated on November 10, 2017
Tags: spirit, nature, science, truth, Love, God, Jesus, Lord, Christ, pain, earth




Voracious reader , love ancient Historians and tracing ideology and belief systems, small talent in poetry so some have said , love people of every sort even if I don't agree on lifestyle makes for go.. more..