You Can Do It!
Pull up your trousers and double-tie your sneakers
Work has got to be done!
History won't wait for you or your incompetence
No more questions, get down to work
No more answers so shut your mouth
The future awaits your brilliant choices
Stop waiting in line and hurry up to catch the southern train
Work hard and be rewarded!
Come and join us as we assemble together!
Be one of us and you'll be worthwhile
Wishes won't save you from the gutter
Spells won't rescue you from prison walls
Prayer won't provide for your family
Belief won't elevate you from poverty
Wait in line with us and you'll be free
It's your own fault you're suffering!
Change your skin color and join us
Alter your background and be one of us
Lose yourself and come with us
You Can Do It!
Work has got to be done!
These fields won't work themselves
Heavy labor awaits those who are ready
Dreams will not suffice!
Repeat after me: Dreams will not suffice!
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Anna Torres
I’m a 39-year old mother and student. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021
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Daylight Horror
Your imminent threat became tortuous. I kept waiting for impending doom and ominous gloom. You led an army to test my sanity. You instigated my distress but loved witnessing it. You were the source of all my bitterness. I've resisted the urge to smother you. I've resisted the temptation to lower these walls. You were the invader meant to subjugate me. To conquer and prevent me from fleeing. I wasn't made for fealty. Medieval rivalry had fortified my resolve. I've braved your warfare but am still nervous about peacetime. I barricaded myself in my tower for fear you would haunt me. There is no alarm to alert me to your presence. No warning of your infiltration. The canons have deafened my ears. You were the feudal lord forcing me into being a peasant. This stronghold became a prison. The dungeon filled with ghosts as I kept running higher. The drawbridge is up. The canal is flooded and the moat has drowned. The wooden door is nailed shut. The gates are closed and you are barred from entering. There is no bridge to approach my castle. There is no longer any route leading you to me. My location had been erased from all maps. You can find another crusade to die in. You've got to play it as it lies. He threw his own corpse down to the side and I waved to him as he passed by. I know what it's like to burn before the fire subsides. I am what's left after the sunrise. I was convinced you were the twilight restorer. These howls persist as I become the daylight horror. I embraced the destruction that impaled me. I survived within these stone walls so I could be free. We were made for epiphanies. I was made to be fierce and powerful. We were made for infinities
By Anna Torres3 months ago in Poets
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