Arise Sir Pain
Arise Sir Pain, for it must be time you smote me again,
maybe I've had too many days out of the sun and the rain,
some change in the 'fluences that drive my pen to shriek,
will bend the moods I can portray & themes that I then seek.
Yes today a challenge is welcomed despite the ruptured peace,
tensioned tranquilities having their fevered needs to be released,
portentious stabs & gouges from deep within my treacherous flesh,
gritty fragments twist into my neurons as I scream out for redress...
Distraction is found in the news I then rush to seek out,
for the greater pains arise within conflicts we all hear about,
in Asia and Africa and the ever tumultuous Middle East,
there lie pain wracked bodies stricken by such an evil beast.
That beast which hides in the depths of many a man we know,
lies hidden until anger bursts through with it's harsh terror show,
true civilisation should have made that evil beat a sound retreat,
not infect more with rage from the passage of deadly defeat...
©Rhumour
March 24th 2012
Dave D Poet Rhumour
Mon 26th Mar 2012 17:01
Thank you all for commenting, I'm not sure I'm entirely happy with it yet, but the main thrust is there. Best wishes, Dave