Pain, Burn, Breathe

What is this feeling,
all of this pain,
bursting through the catacombs
of my brain?
The shock has killed
all of my senses
and now my head
slowly denses.
I cannot hear.
I cannot see,

as the echoing words
bounce around vividly.
Tears roll down,
though my face is plain.
I cannot stop
this aching pain.
So small are my breaths
as I inhale,
and my inner being
begins to wail.
Though not a sound
passes through my lips,
the pain courses down my back,
into my hips,
then through my legs,
and into my feet.
It needs no help
to make itself complete.
Then it turns
into a mist
and slowly upward
it persists.
Through my nostrils,
access it gains.
Only to once again,
surge through my brain.

The hurtful words
that you spoke,
grasp around my neck
and intend to choke.
Do you not know how much it hurts,
what you said?
Or did that make you happy
as you left me for dead?
Though thought to have died,
I did not.
The sun burns down on me
scorching hot.
Compared to my anger
it now seems cool.
Lost in my fury
I start to drool.
And so I hold
in a cage
my growing,
simmering rage.

Then I am taken aback

by more words,
but from the unseen
and quietly heard.
"Vengeance is Mine,
in it you have no part.
For you are Mine,
from the very start.
There is no reason,
to make bloody your hands.
Just love me
and obey my commands.
I am just
and they will pay,
though it may not be
until the last day."
Waves of peace
washed over me,
scales fell out of my eyes
and again I can see.
Starting at my head
then down to my chest,
passing through my waist,
then cleansing the rest.
Again I can move.
Again I can be.
No more rage
and no more fear of me.
Now I can love you
undaunted.
no longer by my hate,
wanted.