Ode To Vengeance

The anger serves to hide the deepest guilt,
    the remorse that falls like rain above
        like tears shed over unrequited love
As the hatred makes all the flowers wilt
With emotions that will never be felt
    Which sing eulogies of lost moments,
        which denies the right to find penance
Which has become a bed of rotting silt—
Could such be construed a fitting end
For all the light and warmth that there has been?

Should we climb Mount Helicon, will we find
    no Muses, but instead our own souls
        begging the chance to burst through these holes
That we fill with lies to our own minds
Surely, I give credit that should be mine
    for keeping lit all the burning coals
        which keep me warm through the Winter cold
So that I will again see the sun shine
And, though the Winter even now sets in,
What will I find bringing warmth to my den?

Something must sustain the sleeping spirit
    perhaps fury burning in the soul
        making of vengeance the only goal—
If such a flame, the soul cannot endure it—
And will fall to ashes at its limit
    as it digs always a deeper hole
        leaves the spirit still out in the cold
Clinging to the anger that condemns it
To fear the sun and seek out the cold night
To huddle in anger and fear and fright


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