The Furnace of Afflictions

My fury and outrage remain unabated , it seethes like magma and spreads itself throughout my being , it is barely contained I shield it to keep the damage within , so it does not consume me or those I love and want not to hurt. My dark raving hisses and steams awaiting release , with screams, hysteria that I may not be able to save the one that becomes my vent , the outpouring eruption of pain , that I would whip and lash with lurid pitch that it might cloak with agony the one whom I love upon its receipt . Why cannot I cover it and shift my focus to that which builds and does not tear down and ravage as I have been ravaged? Why does not that majesty of things that stand before me not move me to ease or peace? Oblivion , that vast chasm that plunges deep within my soul ice cold heart , I wish it destroyed , but its the only thing within that seems still alive and beating. I wish it replaced with tenderness and warmth that it may mark you with pleasure and not agony, clothe you with beauty and not the ugliness that has taken up residence and keeps its rent. In sackcloth and ashes I mourn the loss of innocence , not for myself only but for all those who suffer , and raise not their hands against the perpetrators of their suffering. God do not let me join in acts of perpetuation , that I strike others in kind , in repayment for their deeds. My life has been sacked and looted , thieves have stolen every precious piece of personality that might make me redeemable. Raw and naked estate exposed, my inheritance from Adam , I was molded in pain and forged by fire imprinted by a storm of ire...... Oh God , why did you preserve me so that I had not died and left me alive to cry , scream at the trials of fire that blister the souls of men.... Awaken oh my heart , do not sleep in the death of love , and the reign of savage pain , and the cries of those who live in affliction , whose cries have been silenced before you..... My tears have become stone , my walls a castles fortress I cannot cast aspersions it holds you as well as I, unlike the earth my stone cannot drink in the sun Job moments COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC