Empathy.
It is bliss. It is unending love.
You were my angelic aura, my shield, my escutcheon.
And you were the only one that heard my silent bludgeon.
You were that only knight, who saw my clawing sorrow.
And you suffered on the inside, seeing my soul hollow.
Wrath.
It is patent. It is ruthlessly brute.
Now you are the devil, that merciles spawn of Satan.
I know not, who has transformed you into this fiend,
But this I know, that the goodness in you, is somewhere godforsaken,
And that your temperament, can undoubtedly be clean.
(Change of P.O.Vs)
Hurt.
It is empowering. It is fiercefully uprooting.
I am nurturing that spirited monster, those vices strengthening in me,
I am slowly swallowing myself, whole, and into darkness,
Love is the only ray of far-sighted rescue that I see,
And tolerance is now my sole and only remedy.
Reason.
It is powerful. It is shrewdly supportive.
Yes, I am a beast, I am ruthless and vicious,
Does man not have his reason for his crime, or beliefs for his deeds?
Is punishment and desolation the only true and direct justice?
Or is there no value, for the pleading beast's creed?
Admittance.
It is self-actualising. It is hurtfully bitter.
Yes, I am unruly, I am deplorable and appalling,
I am not who I am, but that what people have made me,
I realise I have committed sin, that deserves utter penalty,
And I am ready to receive it, as long as you understand me.
(Change of P.O.Vs)
I know you have sinned, but I also know you have suffered,
I know you have hurt, but I also know you have been hurt,
I know that is no escape, from the things you have done to the innocent,
But now I know that you had a reason, a reason to have left.
Please don't go on, please change for the better,
Don't worry I am not going anywhere, I will always be here.
There is still purity, virtue, integrity in that heart of yours,
And I will bring it out, even if that means I have to let my soul sear,
If there is one thing I am aware of, it is that, once I had loved you,
And now even when you have gone off path,
I will not let go, because I have held onto that love's root.
I have borne and undergone various forms of hatred and pride,
And I have not experienced, what it is like, to be loved,
But if never giving up, standing by your side, holding your hand, and walking with you
Meant loving you, my heart lies there, because those are things, I will always do for you.
Take a breath, and hold on, because I am coming for your redemption,
You were a beast and you still might be one, but I will go on supporting you as you leap,
Come hell, heaven or high water, I will solace you throughout,
Because you have my heart and I have yours,
And Mine, I do not know; but yours is safe in my arms.
A/N: Hey guys. Just wanted to let you know, of course, as complicated as this poem looks it is much simpler, per se. Because a person like me can not write complicated stuff unless it's about feelings. So this writing-of-the-poem was spread out over a few days, and it took some thought, patience, and a little bit of love and emotion here and there. So if you want to really feel it, please read it slowly. Also, thank you all so very profoundly much for reading this little piece of my soul. I value it, and appreciate your votes, comment, reads, and anything with love. Thank you. Have a great day ahead. ^.^
