Discontent Falls by its Own Hands
Who leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth,
a bitter sentiment gone awry,
and what does this countenance say
but bid you farewell, and
don’t even try to appease your tongue,
for it has a way unique, of slanderous affronts,
your chosen weapon to elicit believers,
your sobbing victim shroud so easy to assume,
for the ignorant purveyors of darkness,
that loom like specters in the shadow,
of your lost, self-involved malice.
I see your horsemen amass on fields of green,
happy to bloody life with verve,
and sad I see your twisted inadequacies,
exacting hurt to just feel, just serve your dark needs,
and so I confront you not,
for you are diaphanous, without substance,
just a whining echo of discontent,
a life that just relents on truth
to wallow in self-pity,
a weeping victim of the self,
wielding the sword of blame.
How free I am standing before you,
no retaliation your war at end,
and grievous may your intentions be,
you are a lost soul, without arms,
and not a word can contend with truth,
the shadow within which you hide;
so be gone, you are a leper,
a poor soul burgeoning disease,
and no-one can help you now,
for you yourself decree a hateful life,
filled with lies and discontentment.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Excellent phrasing expressing your thoughts and validating truths and Self. Great work, Tony.
Glad you related and enjoyed the work, Phyllis. Cheers!