Double-Edged Curse

oh vision,

double-edged curse,

take away this bitter cup,

let me drink

no more;

I feel it rise,

I watch it build,

an ancient storm,

waiting to lash out,

screaming to destroy

all that lies

within its murderous path;

it is then the pain

becomes its worst,

realizing the truth,

what it is

you’re missing,

just what could have been,

how truly helpless you are

to make a difference;

so

yet another poet warrior

falls victim

to a system designed to kill,

trapping all

within its deadly coils,

imprisoned forever;

surely

the cut is deep.

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