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Aron Murray Poem
Though my eyes are open
I am still sleeping through dreams so vile
They leave me weeping,
And forced alone upon suffering in silence
Battling matter of dying and vicious violence,
And though to most the silence soothes
To me it hinders,
And attains more suffering that pain shall prove.
Still, my body is warm,
And I do remain breathing, yet,
Inside be unrest and onset of seething –
Lathers of sin and pain and torrential rain.
It saddens me greatly, this darkened soul
I am left to bare down this silenced hole
Filled with the grief and the guilt
That only I have built,
Amongst the rage and anger
Unbeknown to most, my head be the host
Of the most horrific tragedy,
Like the walking wounded, and I’ll break,
Giving in to the everlasting battle –
Through the trenches of hell, where I first fell.
Copyright © Aron Murray | Year Posted 2011
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Aron Murray Poem
Now I learn again to see
How to act, behave and be
No longer absent minded, clueless
And feel no longer eyeless or disconnected.
Although the pain I’ve caused is great
I feel a change is more sense in need
Begin the lift of barriers proceeds.
The sense of unrest prolongs
With gates of hell I’ll belong
This road, my life feels grossly shortened.
But how I long to feel
All this pain and unrest be illusion
Every forthcoming result in conclusion
Frees the guilt and shameful wrongs
And beginnings of myself be strong
For I am in need of redemption
End resulting be contention
Within myself, I’ll see the change
From detoxifying burning rage
My body, my mind, my soul
Again will become more whole.
Copyright © Aron Murray | Year Posted 2011
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