The Sting of Broken Souls
In anguish set, of vanquished self forlorn,
prostrate in lowly visions of dark affront,
I lay, slain by words, from mouths of kin,
for life affinity given, in everything;
yet now in a single turn,
from lies of jealous eyes, just born,
I am the bane of all my loves,
as caring the crime I will be judged,
and nothing I can do will move that skilled beast.
Like fingers of one hand, suddenly removed
in vile and hateful blow, a vengeful blade,
to disarm me from lives and loves already made,
to satisfy a wanting soul in pain,
from their own inadequacy,
their own petty blame,
in filling a hole within a drying husk,
never to be sated, not a possibility,
for their seeking is never satisfied,
a must for gratitude in life.
So I must live with loss,
unnecessary, and that turns a heart to stone,
all for the twisted wants of selfish minds,
never to be atoned,
bereft of love and lost to darker ways,
and in self betrayed, for goals are never reached,
when hurt and pain released gives not a life reward,
more a recompense that tries to bring reality to the fore,
to heal a broken soul.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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We love our Tony! Have faith in self. So emotive and well penned work, Tony.
Thanks Phyllis, my trial goes on. Much appreciated.