Torment Consent
Torment
Consent
Striking swiftly from the outside,
Restraint from steady hand wrested and pried,
Horror laughing while ill news betides:
The marching madness that no longer hides.
The dull acceptance, the bended knee,
The fading reluctance for all to see.
The base discordance: that is the key,
No counter-performance; tacit agree.
Harsh undercurrent
Roils and churns.
It’s waited long,
It takes its turn.
Claiming all
It’s never earned –
Now it smolders,
Soon it burns.
The sickly praising: craven applied.
Wrong rearranging taken in stride.
Bad paraphrasing: unwilling bride,
When all is blazing, who steps aside?
Harsh undercurrent
Roils and churns.
It’s waited long,
It takes its turn.
Claiming all
It’s never earned –
Now it smolders,
Soon it burns.
Who put us on this course we’ve plied?
A fall that’s sold as if a ride.
How much farther can we slide?
What resistance have we not tried?
Harsh undercurrent
Roils and churns.
It’s waited long,
It takes its turn.
Claiming all
It’s never earned –
Now it smolders,
Soon it burns.
Cliff Lake 5/3/2025
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