Verse for #FromOneLine #prompt 163 inspired by “Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.” from the play Tje Mourning Bride by William Congrove.
After the storm Her soul lay bare A torrent of words Gushed out in fury Suppressed, repressed Now phrases unruly Unabashed, unashamed She ripped the veils Shattered, battered Pretenses swept away Silent rage, now a surge All trauma, finally purged
These lines are for those who carry the burden of sadness and depression; who may not articulate their need for compassion in a world that expects us to be perpetually bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
Help me if you can To feel better, just once To cry, yet not drown In the darkened pools Of forever spouting tears Fermenting in the Spoils of a bleeding heart Tell me how to slip away From the slimy burden Of misery-laden thoughts; Show me how to let go Of the shame, and proclaim I am human; I hurt, too!
They did not have a clue Of which way the winds blew Those robotic limbs, artificial minds Humans believed they are divine To have put souls in metallic cages Code Bits and Bytes to fill the spaces High on the cloud, they smugly float; Down with a thud, when it explodes All ravaged by a mechanical army Driven by the frenzy of a rogue AI!
A spoonful of dreams Makes me think of All things sweet Yet I wonder what if They are sour or bitter Like memories, nightmares? Can I stir them into The cup of my life Without the fear of rousing Demons that I had denied A place at the table A setting in my mind!