Eruption

One of the worst things is being sucked into a volcano

What’s worse is being in your own

The lava burns through your veins as it’s patience wanes

Ready to burst through every pore of your mountain esque skin

So it waits

And waits…

Waiting

Till it reaches a boiling point of no return

Rocks spew out

Hitting everything in their path

An outpouring of fire

melting all that it covers

It doesn’t mean to cause destruction

Yet it does not know any better

You call it mean

But this is the nature of it’s being

You tried to warn the others

Trying to help them move to safety with your subtle cues

Nevertheless some just ignore them because they don’t understand it as well as you do

Retreating to shelter

But it’s force is too strong

It pulls you back in

No matter how strong you think you are

It starts to consume you

As you cry out in agony

It’s tyranny makes you feel like you have no purpose

You’re worthless in it’s ruthless eyes

Sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss

Realize you do have the power to overcome this

If you can look beyond the ashes and the depths of despair

Can you see the majestic bliss of what you call a nightmare?

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Waning Patience

Note: There is explicit language in this post so if you are not a fan of, “f-bombs,” this poem will not be for you. 🙂 

I am my own worst enemy.

Helplessly going numb as my strength starts to crumble before me.

What is the point of even trying, when what I want, does not even come.

Cluster fucks and fairy tales is all I have ever known in my trails.

So why the fuck should I persevere when my train will just keep going off the rails.

A nail has been put through my sails making the trip feel like an eternity.

Yet, in spite of this, I still turn the wheel.

Only I can choose to overcome, the scum, of what my mind thinks and reels.

As frustrating as it may be, these are the cards dealt to me and I will keep fighting until I’m free.

©WildRiverRebel 2017