"Mind over madness!"
This was his declaration as his left fist pounded
his brow above his closed eyes;
His right fist, white knuckled and tremoring, clutching his blood-stained bible...
As if survival had long since been
a martyrs dream...
lost within its torn and tattered pages.
He cried out, "God! FATHER!Savior! Why art thou so idle? Are no more than an idol?!"
Eyes now tightly closed,
But not for the effort to keep them shut.
But because by now,
they'd been beaten till swollen closed.
He half wept, half laughed,
maniacly as he bent down...
and with his left hand nearly shattered
beneath the weight of his fit of rage...
And the pressure of his terror stricken assault
on his own...