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
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
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
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