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The Damning Storm

Updated on February 13, 2014
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The Damning Storm

By Tony DeLorger © 2014

The tempest roars with vengeful fervour,

in the darkened hearts of lost souls,

ever provoking acts of malice,

in redemption for their own sufferance.

Yet there is no redemption, no reprieve,

from the incessant primordial blood letting,

that releases these poor souls, if only for a moment,

from the gnawing anger of loss and pain.

There is no healing for many, no solace,

lost within their own intolerant will and self-centred fixation,

spitting at a world too harsh to forgive, too relentless to accept,

and exacting ill-intent to all nourished by life's grace.

This storm within is a stain upon a soul,

a dark and malicious voice that prays upon a mind in confusion,

a mind cornered by self-doubt and inadequacy,

a consciousness unable to see light in the darkness.

And so this vengeful struggle ensues,

without love, without conscience, pity or empathy,

simply a squirming, writhing soul, immersed in its own hell on earth,

and dangerous, not bound by morality or parameters of will and action.

These damaged souls wander the earth in guises,

upholding the veil of an average soul, in many aspects of life,

but beneath a seething and heartless spectre of a being,

desperately trying to find any kind of peace from their internal contention.

Life, in all its glory and opportunity,

can be harsh and cold, and many people do not survive,

do not heal and find forgiveness in their heart,

and I am saddened by their circumstance.

The past is no more, and its shadow should not follow us into the future. We must always learn to forgive and let go, otherwise we will never live in the present.


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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thanks Ms Dora, I just hold on to each sunny day, and thank God for them. Take care.

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      Dora Weithers 4 years ago from The Caribbean

      A sad plight skilfully portrayed in beautiful poetry. The storm within can rage forever. Lord, have mercy!