When Anger Treads on Loves Worn Path

We said we must not be afraid
When anger treads on love’s worn path
Heavens agonizing tears cry out in the wilderness
Steamy whispers of angels breath
A contrite soul once whispered
His ventures on the other side
Holding the hand of vengeance
Thirsting blood from souls abound
Foreign were concepts of innocence and guilt
Such things couldn’t be grasped;
Stand in my way and die!
Cried the attitude the soldier wielded.
His heart was in a different place
Brittle, torn with agonizing shame.
One step forward, nothing could hold it back
Lead by the insanity of innocent blame.
When anger treads on loves worn path
stealing all that’s writ in stone
who can help but feel alone?
The curse of vengeance
stands on it’s own
beneath unsteady ground.
No one breathes a sound.
The trace of sweet serenity
Lingered in the stillness
Causing him to rethink all
he was supposedly fighting for.
All he ever understood
Every lesson he was taught
Seemed childish now,
is the prize worth the cost?
Hatred, war, insufferable pain
If love is worth chasing away
What would become the ultimate gain?
A blood red stain?
For every retina’s drop of rain
someone has to take the blame.
if no one comes to take the fall
then they must break the hearts of all.
He thought that was the only way
until the sun shone in his face
kissing the grasses’ morning dew
Showering his life with blessing anew.
Who knew the course could change so quick?
Yet he knew it when he saw the tree of life
Those branches, so strong, would hold him near
No more reliance on eyes that are blind.

Reviews

[Jerome F Knox III pseud..]

I loved the way you weaved prose and intertwined it with rhymes....that worked very well. The images were both vivid and dark. The biblical references worked well as a compliment without being too preachy or over the top.

favorite lines

Foreign were concepts of innocence and guilt
Such things couldn’t be grasped;

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The curse of vengeance
stands on it’s own
beneath unsteady ground.
No one breathes a sound.
The trace of sweet serenity
Lingered in the stillness
Causing him to rethink all
he was supposedly fighting for.
All he ever understood
Every lesson he was taught
Seemed childish now,
is the prize worth the cost?

[JDF]

thumbs up! this is amazing :) i love dark poems

[Bridea Mai]

Thank you ^.^ I find I write my best when I am in those "dark places" and it definitely is reflective in my style of choice. :-)

[JDF]

yea it's like it's easy to express hehe :) good job