Rage Turned To Silence

I’ve been followed for years now Around every treacherous bend, around every hidden corner Now Fustraction in gulps me like tumultuous rain It’s the heart of the darkest night In an open clearing, I run towards the dreaded forest of suffering and pain Unavoidable, inconceivable, sirens calling me to despair An inner voice crying out to me through the sod: It could have never been any other way, no other way could it be Relentless, immeasurable; pounding, soaking my heart in turbulent anger and rage Encaged by my morality and ethics and personal beliefs Running, racing, chasing for days upon days upon days... I’m being stalked at this very moment My predator trying to turn me into a helpless prey… Yet what do I do, what could I do, when I’ve been driven into the unknown grounds of his lair and delightful, sinful playground I’ve been here too long: eroded, worn, and forlorn Desires harder to hold onto, harder to control, harder to love and care about, the drive to keep going on and on and on into this endless abyss of my enemies sadistic torture… My dreams harder to see, to hold onto, to believe in, to establish in thought and action Yet I must keep going through space and time... However, I stand unconquered. My choice to go on unfractured Paths and routes untethered Standing in the midst of this chaos and disorderly place Who I am resounding throughout the woods, and creeks, and beneath the rocks, and into the dark souls that creep in the corners of my eyes My presence to keep going down the Path that God has decided and designed for me to be To be Who I Am... This is my resolution Marked by the seeping, muddy steps of my former selves Gouged into the wounds on the ground of this decaying life Covered and filled with obsidian blood and tears I stand here waiting to go on Once more Again and again into the battle cry of possibilities that I cannot determine or fathom or fully control… A Man’s argument with God and Destiny turned to silence