Compassion's Rage
Your name leaves a bruise on my lips,
like a ghost that lingers, life to strip,
with eyes that threaten as they smile
and a voice that cuts, low and vile.
My heart cries out in silence dark,
which you incinerate with careless spark.
Your compassion's rage rules my life,
twisting love into chains, sharpening strife.
I speak my truth and ask for grace,
but you twist my words, my meaning erase.
I fear to go, yet I fear to stay,
caught in shadows that can’t fade away.
A whirlwind controls my destiny
while I yearn for peace, a life set free.
My words are measured, slow, and strained,
by the scars your lies have stained.
Though I take care to see your point,
you bend my will, every word disjoint.
My hands won't rise to defend,
but my spirit fights, it will not bend.
My feet won't take my flesh away,
yet my heart dares to dream a brighter day.
My eyes can't see a different path,
but my soul feeds a righteous wrath.
My ears no longer know the truth,
yet hope whispers softly, a spark of youth.
I taste the blood, its copper tang,
bitter as the cage from which I hang.
I split apart, I separate,
shedding chains as I recreate.
Then back together inside my skin,
I find the strength to begin again.
And face your compassionate rage
with a will unbroken, stepping off your stage.
Copyright ©
Danny Derden
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