Bespoke Poetry & Prose for any occasion
RAGE
Shout against the descending veil of silence that threatens my soul,
The mindless murmur of existence descends around my shoulders and bears me down in sorrow,
Without a spark to light a path, the way is lost,
Without a siren’s call to show the fool their true goal, opportunity may be lost forever,
Now is the time to rage against it all, to stand firm, make a mark, to challenge the belief of others, who like sheep, bear witness to another’s failings, and like Thomas before, seek not to trust but to doubt, that new beginnings are but a proffered hand, a step up onto the ladder of life,
Self-belief does not feed nor succour when all around is harsh reality,
Yet it retains the spark,
Rage may fan the spark to a flame
And anger fuel the fires of imagination
Lyrick 2018