Arrows of my Heart


Arrows of my Heart

By Tony DeLorger © 2011

The arrows of my heart’s dismay,

the flight of which not meant,

are defensive blows in outward spray,

their tips the sorrow of my soul.

Emptied from the hopes of men

alive with vengeance rife,

I in recoil do spurn their ways

and venture into the world of hurt.

No intention, no harm meant,

yet my steel can part the flesh of men,

whose dark intent brings sorrow felt,

and fall they will by my hand,

the arrows of my heart’s dismay.

I am no vengeance dream,

no justice hand of God,

just a soul whose mind despises true

destructive shallow wants.

It is not I that harm asserts,

simply balance of a soul reverts,

to knowing right in circumstance,

and lessons from that hurt.

No lesser, no better than

those who fall from grace,

their bed the fashion of their hand,

and me with sight relate.

Pain is the price of hurt,

the price of injustice,

the price of oppression,

the price of judgement.

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Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks ArtAsLife, appreciate your comment.

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ArtAsLife 5 years ago from Oregon, United States

Very creative, i love the repition at the end, very powerful indeed:)

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