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,

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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,

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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,

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Self-belief does not feed nor succour when all around is harsh reality,

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Yet it retains the spark,

Rage may fan the spark to a flame

And anger fuel the fires of imagination

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Lyrick 2018