Fight the torrents
Escape the rage
Find wings to lift you high above
Peer into the chasm
That fuels the fire
Of malcontent – free of love
Alight upon waters
Where currents spree
Hand swirling to and fro
Close troubled eyes
Which cannot see
The flames found down below
The burden of the broken stones
Weigh heavy on the mind
Whitecapped waves crest and foam
But cannot wash away the crime
Building blocks to small to see
Poisoned the whole of the base
Years of neglect have now captured me
As I slow to a crawl in my pace
Hindsight lends no healing sauve
For this conjured soul of the damned
Only regret of a dying wretch
As I crumble into sinking sand
From the cold depths of my hollowed soul
I cry
With my heart in tatters and filled with rage
I cry
My ears ring with loathsome sounds of tragedy
And I cry
Where is there kindness in my world
Who will save me
Who will comfort me – When I cry
And so,
I meander down the mountainside
Into the valley that would test the resolve of my fear.
No, I have no time for plunder this time around
My journey is a deeper one than that.
While I’ve hidden away upon the mountain,
While I’ve terrorized those, who trespassed upon my land,
I find my ill-sodden soul too heavy to bear the fruits I’ve sown.
Alas, I seek my final resting place among strangers.
God help me!
