Vindication

This poem explains itself...or does it? Welcome to my mind...

Self suffering has rendered a martyr

                           Bound by self inflicted condemnation

                              Petrified soul, growing harder

                           No appealing to this adjudication

                              Willful surrender , absolute frustration

                           Completed fresco of eminent trauma

                              No resolve, nor arbitration

                            To the tragedy of this drama

                               Given to chance or contemplation

                            Karma, in infinite supply

                               Secretly assist in allegation

                            Of the distorted and awry

                                Oft at times not knowing

                            Will the wounds start to mend

                                With all the cracks showing

                             Can they be put together again

                                Often lost in divine obscurity

                             Numbness  dose is self inflicted

                                Soul search for ounce of purity

                             Only prayer of the addicted

                                Struggle on ones own restrictions

                             Battle between oneself and them

                                Boundaries fall to contradictions

                             A matter of sink or swim

                                 Obstacles built by ones convictions

                             Resistance attacks from every side

                                 Fortress fortified by indignation

                             Self sufficiency must be implied

                                 A perfect storm of transgression

                             With a storm weakened habitation

                                Seeking shelter from such oppression

                             Reality reveals a precise calculation

 

                                Starving the hunger that grows

                             In the bowels of the evils indicated

                                Only then the torch brightly glows

                             Inside the souls of the vindicated...

                             

                                  

 

Author's Note

I put alot of heart in this one...

Reviews

[gentlekindness]

Raw and passionate truth from the soul. Beautifully written.
Annie

[Tate Morgan]

Laced in metaphor not a skill I possess. But I do recognize this as well done. The rhyme is hard to accomplish and well crafted to the line.Not too long not too short should capture more than a few attentions well done I see you are a deep thinker.