~*~ THE CARETAKER ~*~

They nickname me,“The Caretaker”,
My thoughts drift at night,
Empathy takes me into,
The sad, deafening silence.
Those chilling screams,
Of unanswered questions,
It’s deafening.
Like an evil stain,
It slithers,
Running without direction.
Destroying contentment,
Feelings of goodness,
And inner peace in its path.
I concentrate,
Intent on ignoring it.
It permeates my soul,
With such malice,
As if by osmosis,
It enters my body.
Impregnating dark thoughts,
To be born in my mind.
The louder I scream,
The stronger its power.
Slowly birthed,
Despair, loneliness,
And such sorrow.
In this familiar abyss,
I reside in a pit of judgement,
Condemning that which is foreign.
A prisoner of misunderstanding.
Mind’s eye seeking peace.
Serenity for all,
But only seeing,
Injustice, malice, and,
It devours me!
Like some sick lust,
My intense quest for answers,
Probably solutions,
Makes it grow stronger.
My heart wants to scream,
Anger overrides again.
I fuel it, and feed it!
I will not turn away!
This time it is stronger,
I have fought it before,
But this time it wins.
Forever “The Caretaker”.
A prisoner to empathy.


~*~ Mysteria ~*~
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Artwork: Tom Sierak