My Grief Is My Own © Surazeus 2025 03 23 My grief is my own, so I will contain volatile ardor of my suffering trapped in receptacle of my strained heart to preserve aggression of passive angst safe from causing injury to other people who struggle to deal with their own affliction. So many innocent people of Earth, who seek to escape oppressive conditions and struggle across waste land of despair to find haven safe from exploitive thieves, stumble blind into far worse situations, trapped in bitter hell they cannot escape. Accumulation of their wordless grief, piled onto unbalanced scale of my heart, weighs all their suffering of relentless pain more heavy than enormous mindless stones crushing my mind with fearful agony that I cannot rescue even one from sorrow. I want to save, with bold alacrity of eager zeal, every person on Earth trapped in exploitive hell by greedy thieves who suck their vital dreams with vampire lust so maze of cities becomes cluttered thick with traumatized zombies searching for love. Numb from excessive vibes of bitter pain radiating from mute hearts of fear-trapped souls who despair at ever living in freedom, I wander vast maze of weird mythless world past smiling faces that hide helpless regret which drives them to stage ineffective rituals. Clutching to my heart with desperate hope magic ring of invisibility, I clamber down in Underworld of fear to forge divine key of true comprehension so I can open every prison door and free frightened souls trapped in legal limbo. Hundreds of thousands of women and men, trapped in void between law and lawlessness as alien immigrants to Wonderland, cry out for help to Storm God in Glow Cloud who invests power in wealthy oligarchs to enslave their bodies for pilfered profit. The cage-trapped Eagle of America, who tries to hatch stone of grand principle that every soul is equal in the law, attempts to escape storm of revolution, but dies when its head cracks at golden bars, so I keep heart-breaking grief to myself.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Sunday, March 23, 2025
My Grief Is My Own
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Orpheus sings grief of every person on Earth in heart-enchanting hymn of faith in divine justice of the universe that sometimes takes its time getting implemented.
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