Double-Edged Curse

I feel it rise,
I watch it build,
like some ancient storm
waiting to lash out,
screaming to destroy
everything within
its murderous path;

oh vision,
double-edged curse,
take away this bitter cup;

let me drink
no more.

It is then that the pain
becomes worst,
realizations of what
has been missing,
miscalculated truth
forever lost among
the irreconcilable baggage,
and just how truly
helpless you are,
unable to provide a difference,
incapable of making a change.

So, yet another
poet warrior falls,
inside this corrupt and
deviated system,
designed to kill,
trapping everything
within deadly coils,
imprisoned forever;

surely
the cut is deep.

The interlude between
silence and sanctuary
is but a pin drop in the
evolution of destiny,
there are many different
levels in between,
simplicity is not the same
as duplicity,
nor are shadows
hidden within the
darkness,
there is no tomorrow,
it is always;

today,
today,
today;

running from yesterday
on its way
to the bright red
forest.
.
.