Close pain

When those close suffer
you become a buffer, when they shudder
you reach out, you create
that space they need, you are
that room
they need

you stay, don't sway
their road of pain, their hills of wounds
their dark woods, you go through,
you clear the hills, you light up the woods
that painfull road you see
you take that pain
you make that gain

Looking at the past

To stand at an ancient site, to see
the past, the former life, the remains
what once was where you are

seeing those remains
from times past

seeing that past, knowing it's gone
while holding it
in the hand

knowing it's forever lorn
in the past
intrigues

Powerless anger

The anger when powerless strikes
with power onto what it cannot strike
it cannot alter, it can only falter
yet it flames upon it, it rage upon it
it roars in defiance, the anger churns in it

The anger enjoys it
grows strong from it
It roars more now, it strikes harder
it strikes farther, yet it can only
falter