Hope's Lament

This Rage, this wrath, this homage to my heart,

Why possess me so?

The hurt, the pain, agonizing screams in vain,

Why persist and cause me woe?

Whose voices are these that I hear?

Versions of myself writhing within, I fear.

At every altercation & every fight, the Darkness fuels my Light,

I bleed without cuts, I feel everything and read at night till my eyes shut...

Only to wake & remember,

How existence dismembers my will.

I see graves & cremations,

I wonder if Death is Life's one true inspiration...

What about everyone else's pain, how to show empathy?

Should everyone turn to allopathy?

What is the allopathic treatment to boundless & simmering Rage?

Is there some tablet or ointment that will assuage?

So many questions and so few answers,

Sometimes the answers become more questions and the hell-loop goes on.

When I was younger I wished for immortality and for Love to never be gone,

As I grow older, I look upon Death kindly and as an end to Sorrow's eternal dance.

I am burning and the pain bleeds into my fires, fueling the Rage.

I see choices between peace to make or wars to wage,

How do I my future gauge?

I feel so tired & older than my age.

This Rage, this wrath, this homage to my melancholy,

Why consume me so?

The hurt, the pain, the wallowing languishes of the insane,

Embrace me and set my crimson soul aglow?