My Anguish

A rather dark poem I wrote a couple of years ago. It is a metaphor for many things including redemption, good vs. evil but it is a poem that I feel can be interpreted many different ways.

My Anguish

 

It sits in a dark corner, waiting for me,

At night I lie in bed, sifting through my thoughts,

It strolls in and consumes my mind,

My pain, my wretchedness, my Anguish,

I persevere trying not to allow it to rot my brain.

 

My heart cries out, telling it to go away,

My body twists and turns violently,

Trying to push it away,

My agony, my sorrow, my Anguish

I reach out and shout, “Go Away you demon!”

 

It merely chuckles and with long, curled claws,

And salient teeth, it vehemently attacks me,

I am torn apart,

My shame and guilt no more,

The terror is too much I wail,

 

“Stop! Stop! I will, I will give in!”

My pain, my wretchedness, my agony,

My sorrow, my torment, my torture

             My anguish.

 

As I lay, soaked in glistening sweat,

My shame and my guilt returns,

What had slowly come and quickly disappeared was back,

The shame burned my face like fire,

The guilt slowly fed on my rapidly beating heart,

Both the fire and teeth made its way through my body until I was down on my knees,

Shaking violently, abashed beyond belief.

 

Then from the darkness of culpability,

 And the fiery shadow of mortification,

Came an impenetrable light bursting forth,

In illustrious, blinding light,

He reached His hands down,

Gathered me up and,

With no word from mouth,

Slowly, slowly took the

Shame from my face and

The guilt from my heart and,

Crying out in torturous, agonizing pain,

Let the fire and gnashing teeth,

Completely take over His own body.

 

“NO! NO!” I cried. “This is my anguish!”

He simply looked at me with painful eyes and said,

“My child, your anguish is gone.”

With that I wept and wept,

Realizing, with triumph,

My pain, my wretchedness, my Anguish

               WAS GONE.

 

Reviews

[Aurora Lynn]

This was a very interesting poem! I like the way you personified Anguish, how it wasn't just a feeling but a creature in itself.

My favorite part of the whole poem was 'As I lay, soaked in glistening sweat,/My shame and my guilt returns,/What had slowly come and quickly disappeared was back,' Your use of language there really made that part shine.

This was a very well-written piece. Thank you for writing!

[0_o Abbie]

oh wow. Very deep and very true. Sometimes we're sad because we want to be. lol Reminds me a little of one of my poem.