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Enraged – contemptuous disdain – enslaved to the pain: you h..
Published: March 19th 2025, 10:23:37 am
Enraged – contemptuous disdain – enslaved to the pain: you have emerged the victim!
“Hark! Look what has befell me – look on in disbelief, in shock, in awe; how could it be so?”
“Oh truest of friends who’ve suffered by vile hands of vile mind would you let me be so kind?”
“I could not! Who would know my suffering rot? To the damage done I must succumb. Let this be a lesson learned to all who witness my waning throne: the damage is never undone!”
“My partisan please by self care do not concede; choose to live a life unblinded Let your story be of healing, triumph o’er the glass ceilings and love ever to be reminded?”
“My fool hardy friend, of this hardship you can’t comprehend! The bitterness hardens me.I will never be felled again, not bested nor downwind, enraged and strong enough to rise again!
Never again shall a love forsake me! N’er again shall weakness embrace me! N’er again shall there exist a tamed me. Feral beyond reproach, never again my desires encroached – my needs from the plebian poached!”
“Dearest You; the walls which you have built sits precariously upon pining stilts. They encompass the enraged and feral beast, wounded beyond all belief, as the time passes even you shan’t contain it’s grief. The fresh wounds now will surely rot, fore to heal was not given thought and if ever a lesson taught you have forsaken it.
To heal is a choice to be made. If one chooses not then it’s n’er the same. With eyes half shut: all directionless, guided by ruts; life becomes tossed to and fro, choices seen so often missed and minimized by your tainted gift – and your gift of taint – stained and engrained serving only to fuel the beastly rage. It’s not control no longer for if you sit and if you ponder, think deep in this whenst I say it: they all revert to the day you made this …”
“Choice?! Choice I was given not, to my woes you’ve not given thought! To my plight you are truly blinded and you ask of me to be open mined?”
“You will live this day till the day you die. You will rue this day but never ask why. Simply because the pain is to much. You water despair yet turn hope to dust. I’ll mourn the passing; the death of the innocence …”
“You know of nothing: bred of complacent ignorance!”
Photog: R. Page