Purgation - A PoemPurgationby Michel WeatherallMarch 2021 In blackness I carried you in my heart:a burnt cinder of what was,an ember of what could never be,a gnashing wound that would never heal. The silent screamer, hidden behind a mask of lies.It seethes, it bleedsGutting guilt; a child that couldn't help her. Fearing, cowering; I'm no longer that child.Justice robbed; my depth of malice knows no limit.Quench that anger, they saidIf only they could see the beast that rages within A hunger that knows no satingThis hatred needs to devour itselfThis wrath is tiring, consumingIt's time I finally let you go. As I stand over your grave, I know you're nothing.Less than a dead thing, not even ashes, but dirt.My indifference becomes my release.Your release becomes my purgation.
Purgationby Michel WeatherallMarch 2021 In blackness I carried you in my heart:a burnt cinder of what was,an ember of what could never be,a gnashing wound that would never heal. The silent screamer, hidden behind a mask of lies.It seethes, it bleedsGutting guilt; a child that couldn't help her. Fearing, cowering; I'm no longer that child.Justice robbed; my depth of malice knows no limit.Quench that anger, they saidIf only they could see the beast that rages within A hunger that knows no satingThis hatred needs to devour itselfThis wrath is tiring, consumingIt's time I finally let you go. As I stand over your grave, I know you're nothing.Less than a dead thing, not even ashes, but dirt.My indifference becomes my release.Your release becomes my purgation.
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