A Few Lines of a Poem

A Few Lines of a Poem

Down a disillusioned trail
Away from ‘reality’
Finding this one much less comforting
The Pain! The Anguish! Oh what dread…
Finding that all I’d ever loved, was dead
Cold & Heartless, Cold & Cruel
No comforting thought do I see
Like the thorn-bush without the rose
Like that black cloud without that silver lining
Pain and suffering, wails of torment
Are entwined in this ‘reality’
All other feeling burned away in the night
Lamenting for those who weep
Those cruel hands torture
Until the brink of death, only to let them heal…
To live through the hell again
Many scheming in silence
Of those torturer’s demise
In all brutal ways imaginable