Inside the gloom of emotional
warfare you struggle to keep
silent while all of the disastrous
slanderings goes off like the assault
weapons inside the war zone of hate.
You merely judge the people
around you only to feel their
violent trade and notorious shards
of hate towards you.
As you sit and try to
comprehend all of the
hateful battlements of
hate, you try and apply
yourself to the goodness
of forgiveness, inside
a emotional war zone of hate.
These manipulations of disturbed
hatred possesses an insurmountable
obstacle to overcome, as you reveal
your disguised punishments hidden
in this emotional war zone of hatred.
You long to trudge through
the quicksand of dilemma,
just to find closure from the
echoes of agony and disasters
in your life.
You confess all of the difficult
sins, seeking the council of a
million people for your lost soul
for salvation from the punishment
that you have bestowed upon yourself.
But you some-how refrain from
recounting your personal battles
of being held captive inside the
emotional war zone, it's like you
are commanding yourself to bottle
up your fears and tears for the world
to see
Concise and appropriate description of the war zone of hatred, it's battles have no backbones, no substance for it is the opinion of the one perpetrating it on others. A very disturbing way to live - filled with hatred - no forgiveness, how a person can be this way is beyond me, I have no understanding of it at all, believing only in instant forgiveness and never holding a grudge for it's an ignorant way to live life. Very thought provoking and insightful, filled with emotion. Thank you for sharing. Also thank you for reading my poem and commenting, I sincerely appreciate it. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerfully and well written piece, Erie. Thank you