A Poem: Pondering the Pain

"Pondering the Pain"

Alone I hear the screams 

Anguish, fear and pain

Blood flows all too freely

And yet I hear nothing

The breeze flows uninterrupted over the plain

Murmurs and laughter pepper the air of slaughter

Where is the rage?

Where is the disgust?

And yet another nude is held high

With my head low I retreat

Into my mind where I find solace

I find calm and I regroup

Many times will I walk the path

Many times will I wonder

How to stop the hate

Why and where it comes from

Circles are burnt into the pastures of my mind

Packing over and over again

The earth shown 

Rocks now dust from the constant travel

I ask, I beg

I pray for resolve

I could fall

I could hate

I could turn as cold as a stone

But the path that leads is empty

It never fills

And it allows blood to flow too freely

Like precious seeds parachuting through the air

I search for resolution

I await for my descend

I await my new surroundings

Will I nestle in a rich soil

Or shall I land among the thorns of man

I ask for help

To be strong

To rise up

I will throw my branches to the sun

I will shelter those that need shade

I will hold the lost 

Make a home

Or a place of rest

For the rage of man is temporary