Pomegrenade

Hey, what'd you say?

Did you just Dis me?

Your verbal grenade, made to destroy

Shrapnel sharpened for the kill

To condemn me to hell

To the depths of despair

To the dark, shapeless void

            The Abyss

The Woeful World of Dis

I plunge to a place beyond the embrace of hope

To feel the cold shoulder of apathy

While you happily go on your way

                                                                       

I’m wounded, angry, resentful…

Disillusioned by your lies

Disheartened by your betrayal

Dismissed by your Dispassionate Display

Disaffected

Disrespected

Dishonored by your lack of faith

Disgruntled by your denial of hope

Distraught by your lack of love

My life in Disarray

Discouraged

Distrustful

Disabled from Discrimination

Dissociation

I’m bleeding…

I want to Disengage from community

Nurture my rage

And stoke this Dispute

I want to Discharge my Disgust

Create an arsenal of Disdain

I want to Discredit your accusations

Disavow your power

Disallow your freedom

And quench my thirst for vengeance

I’m alone…

I’m stranded in the desert, now

Deserted

Parched from isolation

Dizzy with desolation
Stumbling through this

Dark Night of the Soul

Where I remain, lost in oblivion

Praying for a Dispensation of grace

For this winter of Discontent

To be made glorious summer

For my barren tree to bloom

For something to nourish me in this land of doom

I’m searching…

Disoriented, I lack direction

I can’t find a connection to life

How do you love your enemy

How to find forgiveness, growth and meaning

I’m tired of leaning on hatred

A lump in the dust, round and smooth

In the gloom I assume it’s a grenade

Something made especially for me

A divine intervention

An opportunity

I grasp…

White-knuckled grip, ready to throw                                                                    

Ready to let my fury go

But this grenade bursts in my hand                                             

Bleeding, oozing

Leaving its mark on me

Spatter on my face

Seeds spilled all over the place

Famished

I eat…

The first seed –

Bland with Disinterest

The second seed –

Bitter with Disappointment

The third seed –

Disarms me, sweet with promise

Dissuading me from surrendering to despair

The fourth seed –

Disburses a taste of hope

Dispels my confusion

Sheds light in the dark

The fifth seed –

Dispenses medicine for my aching soul

Tells me to Disconnect from my victim role

The sixth seed –

Discernment shows me

Hate is a Disease

Distributed with ignorance

Distracting us from truth,

We are all Children of God, each and every one

The seventh seed –

Disendows my claim for revenge

Disciplines my anger

Disabuses my inclination toward violence

The Dissonance it creates

I plant…

Nurturing forgiveness

An orchard emerging

Surging through my soul

Bearing fruit

Resurrecting my ability to love

A Discovery