SileNt Rage
Poor little sad man formed in humility given by grace.
Oh poor little sad man once caring filled now with rage.
Hostility which once lay dormant now rises forth in proof.
Tribulations played out on souls sincere reveal the hidden truth.
Darkness and evil has become their wicked game.
Disregard for humanity matters not to them the same.
Disillusioned disappointment has stolen this fair heart.
Dragons masquerading as friends pillaged my soul from the start.
Seething; righteous indignation cries out for recompense.
Yea, tis of no use Charlemagne; for the heathen have breached the fence.
Oh poor little sad man has now lost his way…
With peace duly consumed; lost now to silent rage.
J. Allen Wilson © 2/2008
God Bless,
Lew
Felt from inside the soul, of the one that knows!
Feels the pain, and if that's so, #1., The trusting friend/etc. is the losing out, with a fine strong soul for a friend! *(YOU)
Rage can turn into RESENT/sometimes rejection for all around, don't let it sour your heart!
Writing is the perfect head start!
STay Positive!
STay SAFE!
STAy STrong!
Warmest Blessings and Peace, Warrior Lady Sweet Sheoxoo
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Powerfully penned - rage a fire gone out of control - only love and compassion can quench it - well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
be well and happy,
Kathy