MISERY'S HAMMER

                                                                                                                                                       

                                                                                         

                           the appearance, an impression to please

living buried underneath, tucked inside to reside in need

wanting stains the hands of hope, to bend a knee and pray

understanding madness, as a cold still reach

the peaks of destiny’s belief

shadow’s our semblance, long before we could see

a tedious churning thickness

disturbed, requires cover for the comfort of restraint

breathing in the deep, to calm this keep

losing ground to stay clear, the voice of fear

a volatile sound, now rounded and fit for chain

freedom is the Idea realized and never ever seen

the scourge, calls to be wound down for spite

winding it and winding it once again

the tighter the twist, until we cannot fix

the risk and the urge to tighten again

until the weight of knowing, is sure to weaken

a turning of events borders the peaceful calm surface

the appearance, an impression to please

the pretty place perfect for a keepsake

preciously smothered to appear tame, kept in a frame

refusing to entertain or warn with her Screams

misery holds tight her hammer and swings  

                                                                        

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

                                              

                                               

                                                                                       

                                                                                           

Reviews

[sette]

I LIKE THE METAPHOR OF THE WORDS USED. IT IS RICH IN REPRESENTING WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT.

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror]

Sette, I appreciate the great review, thank you for taking the time.

Sheer Terror

[sette]

you are very much welcome