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A TEMPEST WITHIN

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Striking on the horizon, the lightening bears witness to a raging storm
With it will come the denial within you as a mutilated form
Buried in the harbors where your nightmares begin to take shape
A scream wells in your weary body with no chance to escape

Seeking vengeance, it unleashes a tempest in a looking glass
A view of introspection of what has lain behind the mask
A soul of darkness, now cast in a hazy light
Destiny's doorstep, you now almost welcome a sinister plight

Lifting your eyes to those of a stranger, you try to turn away
Because the sight you behold will show your universe has turned gray
Invisible stains of time make you want to forget who you are inside
Because the mirror of life holds a past that does not reason on this lonely ride.

A quest for redemption leaves you hanging on the threshold of a lie
What is real or illusion on this journey is for you to decide
Be not deceived by promises carved in stone
You are walking a thin line to spending eternity alone
 
Shadows may hide that which you refuse to see
Although there are signs standing in your path to heed
Deafened to the things you only want to hear
Ignoring the facts that have been made so clear

Ghostly figures laugh at your blundering and falling from grace
Yet, when you tum your head, they are gone without a trace
Then you wonder in the silence that leaves you chilled to the bone
How you have made it so far in this void alone

Misunderstood for all that you have tried to achieve
Condemned by those with no faith and cannot believe
Wanting to make it through just one more day
Only to remember the price you had to pay

After you have grown numb and emptiness resides
You plunge into blindness, abandoned by your conscious mind
Having nothing left to offer and no defenses remain  
Your body is tormented because flesh and spirit are no longer the same

Finally admitting that you are fighting with a double-edged sword
Death will reach you by dawn, before the end of this war
Wanting only solace, you turn your head in shame
Close the door and leave all behind your thoughts of fame

Running out of time now, marooned on an island of despair
Closing your eyes, your world tums to black, you gasp for air
Your resolve is gone, as signs of an existence fade
And the only trace is the memory of this charade.
© Stacy Maddox
First Published at The Medulla Review: The Medulla Project [link] on 04-27-12.
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tymek2k's avatar
Hmm, that is realy good.