Poem 2

This poem is inspired by both my own personal struggles and the plight of the modern world. Each stanza is a different phase of one argument or discussion. As always I appreciate you, dear reader, taking time to enjoy my work. Please offer your thoughts and feed back here on twitter.

Choke the Beast

Abound in drifting dust cast messages of the damned
And stories never told
And things never thought
Ideas, profound and moving ideas
Ideas that could make grown men weep
Ideas that have made me weep with unabashed joy and sorrow alike
Yet, here I sit, struggling to release my inner demons
Battling internal wars that I have waged against myself, my enemy,  for millennia
Thinking, but not speaking
Crying, but shedding no tears

There is a darkness, darker than dark, that has set in our hearts
I believe deeply and truly you sense it
Detecting its omnipresence
Feeling its cosmic weight
Tasting its metallic taste
Or maybe not
Maybe the darkness isn’t that at all, maybe the light just isn’t as bright as we remember
Or maybe we don’t remember anything at all, maybe there is nothing left to remember
No matter
This is a cause and it pains us
Detrimentally
A root of cynicism and apathy
And Oh. My. God. 
There are many the opportunist who feed on such decay

Fear not the demon whom you recognize as such
Certainly a devil’s horns can cause you no harm. No pitchfork may pierce the righteous
But the savior?
The savior must save, we cling to such salvation
Unquestioning, she stands opposed, smiling radiant beams of hope
We run to the protection of her outstretched arms. We taste the metallic taste of darker dark
And the sun is blotted
And the Son is gone
The devil will come offering salvation, but she will sell you to those with sharpened teeth.
And for the many, like us, who fight the power of this hidden oppressor?
When she turns her head to devour us
Stand united
And pray to God she chokes.