wake the wounded warrior
with the words that I say
power isn’t pretty, practical or tame.
once here as a pristine, poignant drop of rain,
now dreams with the devil…he goes by your name.
you have lost your ability to be sane.
twisted in tree trunks, wilting in a drain.
cold, convoluted - co-existing with fame.
from fire and fury you harvest the grain.
false fortune and fortitude only dulls pain.
others’ orders ostracize outcomes of the brain -
convincing your conscious to heal the lame.
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the power you possess leads to
outcomes only contained in a
fronted frame - borrowed
from the devil, still trying to
maintain a halo to convince
others they must pray.
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opened eyes are the
only solution offered to
break…to end…the stay.
[an exercise in alliteration and syllable counts]
About the Creator
Christine
I currently reside in NC, born and raised in WA. I’m a mother, a software manager, a lover of nature and a writer. My greatest hope is to bring peace, love and compassion to the world my children will inherit.
Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH6 days ago in Critique
Comments (1)
Great alliteration.