This one soul, like all the others
Full of anger, atrophied but foul
Driven by animus, doubt, fear, hate
Wretched, rotten, roaring, raucous
Pain-filled howl.
Runs, stumbles, falls against the stone
No more- numbered, nameless, no one
A lightning flash, a flare, a lick of flame
That burns the whole, the soul- ignites!
It is done!
And now...to work, to wait, to win! But the heart
yearns for peace, rest...the end...to depart!
3 comments:
Wow quite a collection of emotion going on here! Starts out running with a seething pace, by the end it feels like war weariness.
Well written! I enjoyed it!
Rescue, refinement, redemption!
The heart is my compass. Well done!
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