While you were raging

While you were raging
The world moved on
The ones who struggle
Are the ones who scorn
Who find comfort in your pity
To honour their own
Who pacify your regrets
To deflect from their own

While you were raging
Your world moved on
As you trusted the pitiful
You discarded your home
Inevitable was the outcome
Of being alone
What you sought to avoid
Became your new home

While you were raging
You destroyed your home
You traded your peace
For an unfortunate loan
A debt you’re claiming
From one who is gone
Imposed on the living
Your rage found a home

While you were raging
You discarded your home
Neglected the living
While honouring those gone
The living receded
The dead grew real
As you scorned at what is
But yearned for what’s lost

While you were raging
You lost your soul
You traded your beauty
For a whimsical song
You traded your blessings
You traded your peace
And exchanged your sincerity
To be a devilish pawn

While you rage
The world moves on
The world doesn’t care
About your scorn
The world has enough
Enough of its own
Adding to its rage
Only destroys your home

Stop raging
It wastes you away
It doesn’t convey
What you wish to relay
It only repulses
Whom you wish would listen
If only you knew
What you possess within

There’d be no need to rage
No need to damage
No need to destroy
No need to ravage
You’ll discover understanding
Empathy, and grace
Compassion will return
And gentleness too
And best of all
You’ll spare some for you.

If you choose to rage
The world will simply move on…
Without you.

Zaid Ismail