Double-Edged Curse

I feel it rise,

I watch it build,

an 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;

the pain becomes worse,

realizations of what

has been missing,

miscalculated truth,

forever lost among

the irreconcilable baggage,

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,

but a pin drop in the

evolution of destiny,

with 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.

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