Release
I feel the cold wind
blowing in from this ocean.
I know of the impending event,
but I am powerless to stop it.
High above the water,
on this steep precipice I stand.
A single tree behind me,
it's lifeless limbs gently caressing me.
The still frost on the ground
and the monochromatic sky
coax me into rebellion.
No longer will I let time through.
No more shall I be a slave to the weak.
I plunge myself into the icy depths
and the shackles are destroyed by my new found warmth.
I drown myself in true freedoms,
letting false pretenses wash away.
My security is assured
as the hierarchy breaks down.
These pounding waves
carve away the edifice.
Shards of white granite follow me
as I am swept out to sea.
Clouds rush past still space
and shed aqueous beats.
Their steady rhythmic tones
alter the flow of foggy peace.
The budding illusion dissipates
and the transparency of war is revealed.
The stagnant air,
bereft of a pulse,
emanates scorched moans.
A grandiose breeze blows
and renews my senses.
The cacophony of howling tremors
driven from a distant land
goad my sensitive ears.
The cadence of the virtual waterfall
consumes my conscious
and the overwhelming scent of mortality
halts my thoughts.
The clouds part
and the stars are sought
by the rising sun
and the caustic tears
of a civilization draped in sorrow
flood my mind.
The volatile lies of a secret world
augment and cause the delicate balance to bleed.
The noxious fumes of it's blood
like a cloud of fiberglass filling my lungs.
I am dazed and lost
in the enigma of articulated concerns.
The bright rays of empirical thought
are reflected by credulous notions
and cause blind faith's lethality.
Now the light fades from this reality
and I act as the reigning owl.
I remove myself from the languid waters
and drift through the darkness.
I pass over time and space
and see those who have succumb to the binding trepidation.
Their cold trembling bodies
and their void listless souls.
How I yearn to help them;
take them under my wing
and give unto them the nurturing sustenance they require.
I ponder the past
and mull over the debilitating choices.
Their own ignorance led them to this.
I can not change what was,
and thus can not help what is.
Bodies heaped in massive mounds
as pathetic attempts to perpetuate lies.
Rivers of blood carving away the land
and hiding all remnants.
Children, slaughtered and strewn about.
Fires ravage empty breathless homes
yet only clarify the irony of it all.
This now rancid place offers nothing,
only death and decay serve in it's purgatory.
My absolute disdain of this
is matched solely by my anticipation.
For on the water's edge
the line between life and death blurs.
The vivacious clouds above
let their raging tempers drown the land
until all traces of earth are gone.
This festering swamp
will soon give way to life.
Those lives will be shadow's servants.
And the freed shall be denied by death
and forced to watch corruption's vicious cycle.
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