
He storms through the ash grey clouds of despair,
Raining hunger upon the very darkness of his fight,
Showers border the landscape of his anger,
Determination etched upon his brows, tempered upon his sight.
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Shadows weather his righteousness in fright,
Peeling back from his torrent speech,
Thunder streaks across his broad muscles,
And lightening scorches when they feel his gaze preach.
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Wind heightens the sensation of awe,
Watching him from the sidelines as he pants,
Tormented battles seizing the afternoon light,
Whispering in forbidden delight as he rants.
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I stand frozen when I hear his last shout,
“Take my anger and let it fight the battles of your childhood,
Poison your thoughts with my rage and tempest,
Wrapped within your soul is my horrid boyhood.”
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Seldom does he explode in the universal manner,
But when he does the earth thirsts for blood,
The creak and groan of the soil beneath his feet,
Curdling in anticipation of a gory flood.
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Stand aside if you happenstance,
This fight is one that’s a long time overdue,
Tomorrow the wind will change direction,
And peace will once more ensue.
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Shoulder the blame for his tortured pain,
He’s been driven to riot by the dreams in his head,
Surrendering to the tide of hatred and sorrow,
As you didn’t listen when once he begged.
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His power over the storm is one of humility,
Strengthened in times of trouble and misadventure,
His whip to wield as he deems fit,
Spasms of warrior deaths to those that caused his indenture.
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Evil is spied within the nearest looking glass,
Smiling in beauty that no longer exists,
Trauma abounds as he searches carefully,
Trapped upon a path he cannot resist.
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Metallic booms from cloud to cloud on the tide of his life,
Ridden in defeat by those that lost the fight,
While he stands tall and proud in his ruggedness,
Crowned the King of Agony, as is his hard won right!

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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (6)
Fabulous piece, my friend.
Colleen, this is an amazing surreal poem!!! Loved it!!❤️❤️💕
"Shoulder the blame for his tortured pain..., as you didn't listen when once he begged." I sense in this line something very personal & specific (perhaps your relationship with your son?), expressed in mythic proportions that makes it seem much more significant & real.
Love it. 😉👍❤️🔥
Very powerful used of words
Oh dear, I wouldn't wanna mess with him! Such an awesome and powerful poem my friend!