My Grief Is My Own
© Surazeus
2025 03 23

My grief is my own, so I will contain
volatile ardor of my suffering
trapped in receptacle of my strained heart
to preserve aggression of passive angst
safe from causing injury to other people
who struggle to deal with their own affliction.

So many innocent people of Earth,
who seek to escape oppressive conditions
and struggle across waste land of despair
to find haven safe from exploitive thieves,
stumble blind into far worse situations,
trapped in bitter hell they cannot escape.

Accumulation of their wordless grief,
piled onto unbalanced scale of my heart,
weighs all their suffering of relentless pain
more heavy than enormous mindless stones
crushing my mind with fearful agony
that I cannot rescue even one from sorrow.

I want to save, with bold alacrity
of eager zeal, every person on Earth
trapped in exploitive hell by greedy thieves
who suck their vital dreams with vampire lust
so maze of cities becomes cluttered thick
with traumatized zombies searching for love.

Numb from excessive vibes of bitter pain
radiating from mute hearts of fear-trapped souls
who despair at ever living in freedom,
I wander vast maze of weird mythless world
past smiling faces that hide helpless regret
which drives them to stage ineffective rituals.

Clutching to my heart with desperate hope
magic ring of invisibility,
I clamber down in Underworld of fear
to forge divine key of true comprehension
so I can open every prison door
and free frightened souls trapped in legal limbo.

Hundreds of thousands of women and men,
trapped in void between law and lawlessness
as alien immigrants to Wonderland,
cry out for help to Storm God in Glow Cloud
who invests power in wealthy oligarchs
to enslave their bodies for pilfered profit.

The cage-trapped Eagle of America,
who tries to hatch stone of grand principle
that every soul is equal in the law,
attempts to escape storm of revolution,
but dies when its head cracks at golden bars,
so I keep heart-breaking grief to myself.

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Orpheus sings grief of every person on Earth in heart-enchanting hymn of faith in divine justice of the universe that sometimes takes its time getting implemented.

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