The Vault Of Torment Poem by Seamus O' Brian
The Vault Of Torment
Where is the ventricle that bears
this ballast of foolishness burning
within my heart with the sinking weight
of a history of pleasure never, and
never to be, known?
What cruelty of design that the distillation
of beauty pure and innocent might
run through the chest of a man
like the fires that gnaw at the bones
of the earth? How can a thing that
glows as warmly radiant as the reflection
of the divine, shimmering gently from
the surface of the knowledge of loveliness
itself, smolder within me like some fiery star
fallen from the mortally irresistible vales
of Elysium itself, and come to rest within
the deep caverns of my soul?
From whence is this pain?
Is there a mind within this thoracic vault
sentient to the power of beauty, yet fully
knowledgeable of the exile of my desire
from the reality of its grasp?
Why will you not save me,
You who have made me
so defenseless to such beauty, yet
so offended by its power?
What trial is this upon the soul of man,
that the power of your own fingers
might craft and shape not only
the form of elegance itself,
but yet again the heart
by which it is pierced?
Where in the stars of heaven
or within the flames of hell might be found
a relief from this torment?
Alas, damned that it be, alone
in the knowledge that I bear the pain
common to the hearts
of all men.
an interesting undertaking. o how i know the ache you describe! alas especially for the peerless beauty of the female of the human species to whom we seem inescapably drawn! ... o but even a little beauty makes up for so much crap. better this pain than bitterness and distrust, no? praise to the One who drenches the earth in beauty! glen p.s. there is a passage in my poem on reading a book of mystic writings that touches on these things. -g
Wowww, a great write. It's really hard to resist beauty n yes sometimes desires become a curse if not fulfilled. A work of beauty with philosophical n spiritual undertones. A huge 10.
This poem is absolutely superb! Poetry at its best! I shall save it to '' my favorites '' list.
My dear Mihaela, thank you indeed for reading, and for your gracious and generous comment. So lovely to have you stop by. Thank you, and blessings to you!
Wow...loved this one, like deep sometimes dark poems full of feeling, and this one didn; t disappoint, very well penned Seamus. Annette
Thanks, Annette. I really enjoyed your latest work. Thanks for stopping by, and keep up that excellent writing. :) S
A lyrical reminder of the torments we suffer reaching for the unobtainable. The cruel pain. Yes, this is a very fine poem, Seamus.
Thank you, Tom. Forever bound to reach for the unobtainable; yes, that's it exactly. Well phrased. Always glad to hear from you, Tom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wow! ! ! The curse walks in all the hearts of all men, ...why will you not save me, you who have made me so defenseless to such beauty, yet so offended by its power? This poem is extremely awesome and should be poem of the day, I love poems with questions begging for answers that would bring balance, a vault of torment indeed! Great job! ! !
Many 'thank you's, indeed, Bill, for your gracious comments. I love that thought, the curse that walks in all the hearts of men. Cheers, good friend! Seamus