Lord Of Grief Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Lord Of Grief



I am
The Lord of Grief.

Grief
Makes noble.

Grief
Makes strong.

Grief
Built me.

I made
Little steps
It was towards the end.
It was not enough.
Not just enough.

I will eat
Fire
If I catch
That inveterate desire
That gives me what
I want.

I want.
I want.

My hunger insatiable
And irresistible.

Will the heavens
Light the miraculous fire?

Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: grief ,life,night
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 19 August 2015

This character reminds me of that rare god in world mythology who creates himself (Egyptian pantheon has one such) . Your poem details the sheer difficulty of such self-birth, but as Lord of Grief this one is acquainted with creative pain. I like the process which will reach critical mass and create being, namely, THAT INVETERATE DESIRE THAT GIVES ME WHAT I WANT. The series of words - want, desire, hunger, insatiable, etc. - all relating to the movement of desire, show DESIRE is the trigger of creativity/creation.

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