Cloaked in the fear of today,
Armored in the pain of my yesterdays
That are steeped in my soul, I am.
My javelin is the anger that burns in me,
Of which you’ve only seen a part.
The flames of that anger, tonight have burned bright
And you’ve seen only a slice of my heart.
I’m scared and afraid to face the days ahead.
I’m frightened when you talk of bravery
Seeking to cower in misery, instead.
I’m not like you.
I can’t always forge on like you.
I can’t walk in Darkness
When the path is hidden so well.
I can’t triumph with God
Over the demons of my hell
Like you can.
You pulled something from me
That wasn’t yours to see.
An agony of soul, a pain of body
And a fear of me.
Avenging Azriel, you pretended to be;
Righting the wrongs done to me.
Broad-Shouldered Samson
Pushing down the columns of misery.
Who are you going to be
When I am left to be me?
Who will you be
When I want there to be more to me?
Where will you be?
-Christian
BACK to POETRY PAGE
Please send any comments you have be they positive or constructively negative to me at:
© 1999 xangel@hotmail.com
This page hosted by
