A Rage Rising Poem by Thomas Thompson

Tuesday, September 30,2014

A Rage Rising

I feel a paralyzing rage slowly rising
As I talk with my son
Recently home from war
Wounded in his mind
Tho' his heart still strong

I see it in his eyes
The same haunting look
Questioning why how can this be
What we do to one another
In wars that should never have been

Deja Vu from older times flood my mind
Was I this way when I returned from that far off land
My son's pain peeling away scabs from long festering wounds
Recently uncovered as they slowly heal
Wondering how long will his pain will lurk within

Before he acknowledges those shadowy ghosts
Always poised for the stumbling time
When the rage suddenly surges forth
Driven by intensities he cannot fathom
As he screams in silence from storms he cannot weather

Those around scorched by the blinding fury of his pain
Tho' he cannot come to grips with the flotsam in his wake
As they wait for the day he reaches out
And accepts their helping hands
All the while wondering if the storms will ever cease

Tommy