Engulfing rivers of hate, ever-dragging weight,Â
Chilling shivers of anger, worsening our fate.Â
Through these lucid scenes, of my waking dreams,Â
I resist and persist, against these screaming streams.Â
‘Cause everything I loathe, was made just for me,Â
Every choice I chose, setup this test to see,Â
Where exist the limits, of my will and morality,Â
To develop the skills of my individual, in plurality.
When I finally understood, all this pain is for good,Â
Still present but slowed, was the flood in my blood.Â
With practice, over time, the mud-waters sweetened,Â
I began to reflect and accept, this sense then strengthened.
Fear turned to thanks, as I advanced in the ranks,Â
And now, willingly cleaned, the waters recede.Â
But this pool please leave, the ritual to use as I need,Â
So to this truth will I cleave, that the Tree of Life, is the deed-seed, Â
Planted and wetted by me…Â
Other Original Poems;
- Glitches in the Blueprint of Our Universe
- Triggers TriggeredÂ
- What Was It All For?
- Marshalled Mentality
- To The Corrupt...Â
- Elevation Mutation (for PoetrySlamChallenge 6)
- Alliteration Analysis
- Weight of Words (for PoetrySlamChallenge 4)