Price of Suffering
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Summary:
A poem based on The Child and his odyssey through The Suffering.
No one
You thought you could hurt me? Like them, until it was too much?
Hands slicing and hurting still. Godless souls a torrent 'round my burlap mask
I am angry. Mad. Bonded to him by umbilical insanity
I can't…I made Suffering pay them back
The darkest things we ever do: They are the fable of the Chosen One
I'm a creature of another kind
Left in the dark. Alone in the night. To, worse than die, survive the remorseless sobbing rain
My only rays dreadful spectacle. Memories of agony
Recalling…reanimating…the severe pain
Her singing, gone again, is it?
Come out and play
Before the 1st crack hastens across the Veil
All the Daughters Unreality's waters drank in this war: Were their corpses worth the tokens?
They are his body
His vehicle to exist
I wish I had had a say in this ordeal
Love and purity, not torment and hardship
To have chosen peace over his triumph
Rather than be intercepted by shadow and spirit
And yet…
"I want you in this world"
But who did I beg?
You, who replies you can be a mother?
Or The Nucleus? Throbbing seed of Suffering, awaiting to be born?