A Signatured Paralysis

Times behold when twisted men are captured by their spleen

When souls will writhe in torment though their thoughts are seldom seen,

When agitation rides aloft with blunt spur on it’s arse

And the hounds of hell are baying as though purgatory will pass.

Torment in it’s basest form is shaded beastly red

Immersing flocks of faithful in the mind set till they’re dead,

For shredded nails and worry lines, so deeply now ingrained,

Are signatured paralysis of the breed that has abstained.

Abstained in all things beautiful, such as dreams which flow in mirth,

Abstained from eyes of merriment and joyful leaps from earth,

Divorced to all that conjures up the gracious well of love

Divorced from thoughts of holiness in faith, both hand in glove.

Baptised to despondency, innured to sights and sounds

Which lift the mind's creation well beyond all earthly bounds,

Committed to the trench of the dark abyss of gloom

Assigned to unenlightenment...The soul has left the room.

Reviews

[Melobldnfr]

I do so like your writing! Very telling. "Assigned to unelightenment..." Sad that so many, when given truth and answers (even on proverbial silver plates), refuse to taste and see - or even acknowledge it - regardless how it radiates! And how the appearance/introduction of said light actually only makes such withdraw (that much more). For without withdrawing, denial is difficult to continue.
Thank you so much for sharing! I like your work.

[Marshal Gebbie]

...And I appreciate your constructive commentry Mel