Order of the Pundit's Pain

Order of the Pundit's Pain

Suddenly, I remember our eternity together

and the memory tasks me. 

So quietly I must suffer alone in my wisdom,

without mercy you must suffer my soul.

Still again, acknowledge that I create boundless destinations for pain.

The world is hardly a tomb,

but full of fear and dark corners, 

that should I run far and wide,

that I may not overcome so ironic a place.

Rather that unconscious emotion shall never violate, nor conceal the innocence in this resting place where I wretchedly crush your my hope for tomorrow.

As if revenge could conceal, without pity, the wrong done unto me.

Through your innocence could I call you enemy

and silently defy your pity for pities sake.

I will fall and die for my pain,

while you must make a friend of misery and suffering and live with yours forever.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

The profundity of thought in this piece brings one close to tears. Raymond, what a write, what a write. Bravo.