There comes a time when one dreams of travel,
To explore all of life’s long corridors,
But most find that dream crushed by a gavel,
Where time closes all those exotic doors.
Not so for me, though, as I sit here and see
That I have driven much further than most.
I have forged my own path on this journey,
I’ve loosed the skeletons—freed ev’ry ghost.
I’ve not avoided the depths of abyss,
Nor hid from the fiery gates of hell—
Heaven forbid!—for then I’d be remiss,
Allowing demons to sound ev’ry bell.
I’ve coursed through all of the horrible pain,
But pain has never become the author,
Rather, the journey written is a gain
For the pains have much healing to offer.
I have traveled through the depths of dark,
Slaying ev’ry demon along the way,
Their heads impaled on pikes—their deaths the spark—
I’ve seen all their weaknesses on display.
I have witnessed the cracks in prison walls,
Seen the fire’s light blazing right on through,
All it takes is for one to break down stalls.
Hell hath no fury; don’t let it own you.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
May 7, 2025
East Stroudsburg, PA
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Might be me and my mania for metaphor but I hear one here. Life can be tough and we call it hell sometime yes don't let it own you. Very nice Tristan
Not mania at all, that is EXACTLY what this is about, my friend. Thank you for the read and the interpretation. Always appreciated, Soren! 🕯️🗝️🧠🙏
Erm spinach has no fury?! Good write Pop... erm Tristan. lol. I write some rubbish - sometimes! heehee.
Spinach as no fury, but it could make you furry! Just sayin'! Little known side-effect. Not sure about the "strong" arms. 😏 Thanks, Orchi! At least you keep it real, my friend! 🤣
Fido says - bit 'dark' this poem. heehee.
Yes...but notice...the light is still on! LOL! 🔥🔥
Highlighting the issue of getting your permit to live in hell, as for most people life gets tough and one time or another. I understand the message of not letting it own you, which is a very positive statement, sometimes it's just not that simple, nicely crafted meaningful write
O, friend, I deeply know what you mean. But that is the fight, is it not? The constant battle within. Does it own us? Perhaps, but not without the fight, at least not for me. Thank you for your deep understanding and for your feedback. Always appreciated, Tobani! 🕯️🗝️🧠🙏
You are very welcome
Your work truly captures a person Tristan. I hope you never stop writing. There’s always something to be learned.
Dear friend, your words of affirmation hit me at a most needed time. Thank you. I will never stop, the muse permitting! 🤣 Learning is one of life's finest treasures! Your support and feedback mean more than I can express. Thank you.
Funny, "... hath no fury like a woman scorned." Wasn't it? Concluding on that note, manhood seems to beautifully assert itself. Fascinating. This is a very pretty number in your characteristic style with gorgeous imagery and a ringing, provocative poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Indeed, that is the original phrase. But you know me, I like to subvert! 😏 I am glad it delivered, my friend. Much appreciated, as always! 🕯️🗝️🧠🙏
Being “owned” had quite a strong meaning in Gen Y and such. “Pwned” in gamer parlance. When we rise above we have a sense of not being owned or whatever the term is these days🙏🏻🕊️
Indeed. Not that we ever fully conquer all of our demons, but as long as we are fighting "the good fight", for lack of a better phrase, we are at least using personal autonomy against them. And for me, poetry has been largely the vehicle that has helped me do that. Thank you so much, my friend, your time and thoughts are always appreciated! 🕯️🗝️🧠🙏
Very welcome and most deserved. 🙏🏻🕊️
Friend, I can feel the blood rushing as I read each line, and my heart fills with courage enough to take down an army single-handedly. Heroic. Greetings.
Rock on, my friend! Those words affirm the poems intent and for that, I am most humbled and grateful. Thank you for your time, analysis and support. 🖤🕯️🗝️🧠🙏
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