Safe Way Through Hell
Safe Way Through Hell
© Surazeus
2025 09 11
When darkness of the world consumes my heart
with aching sadness of the swirling sea,
I sit beside the sparkling mountain stream
and watch faceless ghosts of people I love
go about their daily routines of work
amid the ruins of our paradise.
If I go back home to Romania
to walk again high misty mountain vales
I may escape to my lost paradise
to dwell safe far from madness of the world
when gangs of rich men hiding in glass towers
change the rules so they can exploit the people.
When demon of depression grasps my heart
with fear-sharpened claws of bitter despair,
I hibernate in dark cave of blind faith
that evil people will all kill each other
and leave good people to get on with life
tending apple trees and singing at dusk.
Wading knee-deep in snow-cold gushing stream,
bare feet gripping the smooth slippery stones,
I catch the wriggling fish with hungry hands
then hold it up to slanting rays of light
and ponder how it symbolizes truth
that we must catch and consume to grow wise.
I watch bright flicker of my inner thoughts
flash gold on surface of the flowing stream
to analyze long journey of my life
when I explore strange vastness of our globe
filled with people fighting wars to control
fertile production of children and food.
Amazed at beauty of the natural world,
I try to ignore with nonchalant gaze
vast sprawl of the metropolitan maze
that teems with messy volatility
of humans striving to achieve success
through brutal battle of fate till we die.
Brave adoration of the human soul,
which animates heart of the common folk
who struggle to survive hostile conflicts,
inspires my mind to analyze weird laws
that frame process of social dynamism
essential to growth of civilization.
Because Romania is too far away
for me to return to my ancient home
where my ancestors lived ten thousand years,
I map the crazy messiness of life
to organize features in grand world view
so we can navigate safe way through Hell.
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Orpheus ponders the meaning of life while he fishes in the snow-fed gushing stream in the misty valley high in the Cascade Mountains of the Pacific Northwest.
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