Acedia

Fateful design seeks an Answer divine And yet that answer shows itself not And so the fire, Burns with desire, And threatens to char us all. Hatred- the rage that burns inside Fulfillment- the purpose, The truth Tension coiled; Our flesh starts to boil, As we find that there is no release. Desperate searching, Our breathing now lurching, Collapsing beneath our full weight. Sorrow- too stoic to realize it’s there Ecstasy- now faded, still fleeting Bottled beneath And gnashing our teeth We tear at ourselves to release Bleeding profuse, We fail to diffuse, And bottled-up emotions shall stay. Love- gone and replaced with lust-stained despair Longing- alas, it remains, Still pertains “Can’t you see my empty shell forlorn? Blackening inside of my affliction?” -Ronnie Nyman of Nightrage