I promised not to write again
I pledged not to draw out the ink in vain
But vermin from within would not allow
So I journeyed to my mental forest to muse aloud
I guess I have to breach my own laws and vows
How many more inner musings do I have to strangle and disallow?

Maybe this time, I have to unleash cusses not cues
Maybe my foes are indeed from inside and not outside
Maybe it is time to stop sitting on the fence
Maybe it is time to go on a ruthless offence
We promised each other to be a step ahead
Or perhaps, I should say I besought you instead
You were my lead until doubts crept into my head.

So, who hit me ?
Well, that was one missile I certainly did not see
Why do I always have to dodge or flee?
My pneuma is void without you and that is true.
Cast your eyes and scan around me for fiends
You will surely find the vermian beings
Or should I rather call them noxious human beings.

Ignore the saintly hibernation, rise up and be active
You desert me by staying mute and being passive.
Ring me in my ears and hear the hisses of my nemeses.
I have always presumed an orphaned immunity to strikes
Little was I aware of an imminent hit and attack.

Times like this, I crave action and retaliation
My vengeful heart thirsts for retribution
My soul is overcooked with indignation
If blood wasn’t sacred, I would have spilled a lot in dissatisfaction.
So, search my inner and outer fold and expose ill-begotten iniquity
Where do I go with my wrath and vexation?
They lead me nowhere other than the pits of transgression.

I will seethingly leave matters in your midst
Unleash justice & store my bitter bile in your rage bottle
For a certainty, this is not my fight nor my battle.
If it was, I would have gone in with my bare fist.
Does dark fate want to reroute my trajectory without sacred consent?
If so, do take charge of my throttle.

Per your decree, sanctity has destined me to stand tall
I shall rise even though I fall
And this is not my will but my shall
I call you ALL but your period of quiet makes you seem SMALL.

What can I say to thee?
Does my adjuration not please you?
Will you not mend me and remember this imminent SEED?

By writesoftayoung. Written in high context allegory.