Apparent progression,
Under litmus - destruction.
Corrupted hearts, corrupted souls,
Meaningless sacrifice fulfilling absurd goals.
It burns the spirit,
Oh, it burns.
And she has to live it,
No more turns.
But festering in the temple,
Hidden from this heinous vision,
Burns the bigger rage, ready to crumple -
All of life, all of reason.
This struggle inside,
The battle between good and evil ringing,
It's a struggle to decide,
Definitions when themselves are misleading.
Oh, oblivion be a better option,
Than eternal soul torture inside,
This war is one of reason,
The only war that will all else decide.
Grief strikes her,
Confusion burns life altogether,
This is not just a phase,
This is the eternal rage.
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The Eternal Rage
PoetryThis poem is a part of the six poems that I wrote as a part of my revival from not writer's block but the block that life had created. My brother would give me a topic and I would writer a poem on it in a day. The topic based on which I wrote this i...
