The Martyred Soul
How can hope overcome Pandora's box when hope was the only good thing that came from it?
Our world if filled with disease, distastes, and distrust and yet we are said to have hope
Only a fool believes that hope shall prevail, she had failed so many.
Many say that I am like hot steel and that misfortune and sorrow filled events is but the blow of the hammer shaping me into my final form.
I protest for I have been stuck too many times by the caster's hand.
They say that my heart will harden and horizons will broaden when disfavor falls into my being
But how can I stomach any more grief when a score ago I was still visited by disfavor
They say that the light is saving me from grief in that he has not presented me with my companion until the time is right.
But I have come to a point in life where the time is right and I grow no more patient and now the thorn of bitterness turn in my side
They say that I am not the only one suffering in this world and that others have suffered worse
But ask those who use this cormforting thought: what good will it do to a begging man to know others were begging for what he begged for?
They claim my feelings and conscience and the forces of karma have gotten the better of me and that I am repaying for past sins….
By I ask by all the gods how so many years in solitude isn't compensation enough for my sins?
My struggle reaps no reward…the goat plays with my emotion…the light still speaks of a grand scheme… I await the final phase of the grand strategy but no longer can wait with happiness. The storm of saddens approaches…the era of uncertainty continues. My love continues to evade me. My few friends are farther away than ever. It appears I am left to fend for myself. My family can no longer strengthen me, hard drink can no longer numb me….the laughing world can no longer inspire me to rise higher. I feel the rose of life is now straggling me with her throns.
My God why are you doing this to me?
