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Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Horror Of Unspoken Grief

Horror Of Unspoken Grief
© Surazeus
2025 06 10

Your hard work and your bold sincerity 
will always be your secret inner strength 
that guides you through the darkness of your heart 
to understand strange chanting of the night 
which forms firm background of your wordless faith 
that you are who you make yourself to be. 

What you perceive in mirror of the world, 
that shadows horror of unspoken grief, 
fulfills essential nature of that being 
who lurks in hollow cavern of your heart, 
and fuels aggressive passion of each day 
with stark supremacy of ancient truth. 

So far beyond walls of your solitude 
you stroll with casual eagerness of fear 
to search deep down in nothingness of death 
till silence swells vast as the stormy sky 
which cracks your world in fragments of despair 
you clutch with desperate hope of calm belief. 

Supremely true of nothing you have felt 
before this sudden crashing of the sky 
is wisdom rotten from excessive hope 
you bury in foul grave of your rich heart, 
expecting resurrection of the cause 
as fruit tree curling roots into your mind. 

When you light first light of the silent eve 
with reason to imagine intense hope 
you feel strange flush of ultimate respect 
disturb indifferent honesty of death 
with power of miraculous contempt 
that rearranges puzzle of your dreams. 

Whole knowledge of the way things ought to be 
contrives strict boundary of your vital heart, 
obscuring order trapped by noble love 
at long-sought rendezvous with nonchalance 
despite sour sweetness of cool evening air 
electric with unspoken truth concealed. 

Within straight singularity of being, 
defining how we think we should perform 
our special role in drama of despair, 
persists bright flame of angst authority 
because we are within heart of our home 
still glowing warm as summer ecstasy. 

Our differences bind us in one weird soul 
since knowledge that we soon will face the end 
and vanish into nothingness of death 
exerts essential nature from our core 
which makes us human through experience 
of pain that grounds our pleasure in true love. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury while Wallace Stevens plays organ and sings hymn to Apollo in the mossy ruins of the ancient cathedral.

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