Thursday, May 14, 2015

Strangled - A Poem


From twisted dreams he wakes up screaming
Sweating, panting, gasping, reeling
Sins so far from here still torment
Connected souls never boring

Grasping, gasping, catatonic
Five more days of hell encroaching
Strangled terror mangles joy
And now we lose the fight for peace

All is lost, but no one knows it
Hurt is better when it stays in darkness
Innocence is slaughtered by this
Reckless, hopeless, faithless deed

But redemption, recovery resolution
Still in anguish still a fight
More hurt awaits the souls in question
But all is well to all comes light. 

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