Convention
waging endless war
against my unwavering condition
arrows of all kinds
and sizes
fly through the air in mass
darkening the sun as it rises
tipped with oil, tipped with fire
they rarely kill
but injure greatly
designed to cause will to waver
and crumble when the infantry
comes later
day and night the siege rains on
they cannot hold this city
but for so long
no food to re-wire my mind
no fountain to make me young again
cutting off my life support
the empty space I need to breathe
sanity drains from my mind
through an eternal sieve
even my blood turns a cold shoulder
like I’m afraid of living
the days of old
just when the night seems to end
the moon folds it’s hand
sneaking a cunning glance
at the sun and stars
as he pulls his winnings in a pile
the dawn turns towards the deceivers
eyes reddened with intense flame
with searing pain destroys the enemy
from this son comes poetic conviction
that topples the medical profession’s
worthless predictions
tone and diction, I’ve got it in my hand
to rally my soul brothers and sisters
it’s all part of my plan
The Good Doctor and Christian Wolf be damned
I’m tired of seeing us misinterpreted
given superhuman traits
just to make a cute story
our story isn’t for your entertainment
rather our struggles
cause lifelong derailment
tell them I’m coming
I’m going ham
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Wow. This one packs a punch-in a good way, of course. Awesome work!
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Thanks 🙂
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Powerful, Devereaux. This has an epic feel to it, and I took away a sense of strength, defiance, and conviction. Loved it.
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Thank you Peach 🙂 🙂
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