Inflict of Exile

Free verse poem by: Christopher Grier

My road has come to in…

Breathe…

Breathe…

Exhale…

Inhale…

Sounds of screaming voices

Chanting of metal clinging.

Voices of many shouts

Inflict! Inflict! Inflict!

My soul is tearing of pain…

Suffering the sense of darkness

Carrying the rod of torture…

Fear…

Tears…

Exhale…

Inhale…

Marches of exile

Eyes of man dwindles

As man hears nor see's

Light of thy sun nether more…