The sadness wells up like a dark specter,
infusing body and mind,
like ripples from a blood moon tide
it rises in a weighty gloom that stills the heart
and fills my room with anguish.
Beyond my frosted window,
the cold ensues, more than winters news,
an impending danger hangs upon the lips of cloud,
teetering over abyss and possibilities
unthought in past, but now my shroud.
How did this world become so tainted,
so desperate for death,
and how could mindful people,
swallow the dark words of dissidents,
hateful hearts and righteous narcissists?
It’s like a disease has surreptitiously invaded,
and no-one noticed its very pervasion,
bringing primordial urges from lost times forward,
to wallow in the unrest of contentious ideals
and to pin one against the other, til the end is sealed.
How I worry for my children’s lives,
bound to witness more than I,
and for me, the pain of such disrespect for life,
keeps me within my solitary bounds,
unbelieving the carnage and malicious intents of righteous stand.
How can souls become so entrenched in hate,
and believe it is the will of God, His plan,
when torture and death and compassion-less greed,
intercede in life’s journeys to seem right;
what heart can accept this plight?
And so my sadness rises to heights unseen,
way above those conflicts, those dark hollow dreams,
where the potential of humanity is stifled,
and hatred drawn out from every heart
to join this insanity, perhaps our end, right from the start.
I pray it is not.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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