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Hatred a new, yet all too familiar emotion my hands shake from it, nausea boils my eyes narrow until I see nothing but visions of red and pain I want to scream I want to shake the evil one , pry open it's eyes till it sees truth instead of lies I see the hideous face in my nightmares holding my precious ones away from me, just out of arms reach my precious ones cry for me, I feel those tears, the longing the emptiness I filled, so void again the evil one is ugly with cruelty, putrid with the stink of jealousy sharp red spines guarding against goodness and light it feeds on our pain, growing massive at the expense of the innocent why can't I starve it??? the pain is too strong, that is why I see what it will do it smothers my precious ones grinding down, squashing their true beauty and nature I want to fight, to attack to save and rescue but I'm trapped in this land's prison my hands bound so that they cut into my flesh as I struggle against them my eyes lift toward the heavens begging for a miracle, begging for peace but relief can't come while my heart is so full of love for my precious ones the injustice of this land made the powers of the evil one too strong this land believed the mask it wore, couldn't see the insanity bubbling under the surface and so it won, stealing my precious ones with the help of this land I've stopped straining for the moment, my chains limp, my soul exhausted so hatred lies back curls up at my feet to stand watch for the evil one hatred is my warrior, it is strong for it doesn't feel the pain |
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