Such misery.

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  1. Huw

    Huw Well-Known Member

    You tear through a person

    ripping at their enjoyment

    stealing their peace

    denying concentration

    preventing rest

    seldom leaving

    from dawn you gather your forces

    until dusk in continual strikes

    not allowing any true rest

    causing anxiety by relentless

    bombardment of the emotions

    working your particular brand

    of chronic exhaustion from

    which there is no escape

    your terror is that of peaks

    and deep troughs each thumping

    to a tuneless rhythm that sounds

    in the ear to the beat of the heart

    relentless pursuit of your victim

    the knowledge of just where

    to strike next, occasionally

    teasing by withholding your power,

    giving false hope and then

    turning the volume of attack

    to its full capacity sending hope

    crashing and causing the brain

    to scream for ease, for release.

    Are you a weapon of vengeance?

    an arrow sent from on high?

    is that why people look up and ask

    what have I done to deserve this?

    not waiting for the answer.

    There can't be a god because he

    wouldn't allow me to suffer like this

    He would be good and kind and gentle

    so people create their own answers

    a god of the imagination

    who doesn't, who couldn't, who wouldn't,

    inflict such pain and cause such misery.
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  2. ThePhantomLady

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    Thank you for sharing this. I felt like I could relate to this well written poem.
  3. Huw

    Huw Well-Known Member

    A feeble attempt at the personification of evil and the application of vengeance.
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