Swirling vortex i will contain your power
And so i did with extreme force
I see the root of man i am the tower
My strained success leaves my voice hoarse
I will power your city with a finger, behold
Indestructible fossil fuel forever powering
Ill replace the shine of pure gold
Howled screams occur with people cowering
My insides crawl to form
I struggle to sustain
outcomes the cry of storm
It rumbled, and out came the rain
It was me erupting not power but full
I'm not mean just agitated at the dumb
Sticks and stones to those who become so cruel
IT seems my sarcasm can outweigh the sun
Clarity the kind only sustained when put under
I will jaunt until I'm picked and tried
Reopen a place i left in my dumpster
The time for which even passion strained and dried.
The swirl of me.
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-It rumbled, and out came the rain
ReplyDeleteIt was me erupting not power but full
I'm not mean just agitated at the dumb
Sticks and stones to those who become so cruel-
there is a nice sense of honesty here. its also worded quite nicely.
-Clarity the kind only sustained when put under
I will jaunt until I'm picked and tried
Reopen a place i left in my dumpster
The time for which even passion strained and dried-
there comes a time in every persons life when we need to look at what we have thrown away and could be missing, its normally what we have been looking for all along. well stated.
all together a good poem, nice flow to it. keep it up.
This poem tells me a lot. At least I think it does... I might be seeing it wrong, I am not sure.
ReplyDeleteBut regardless I like it especiaally teh 3rd stanza