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Courtney Moyer Poem
A day of reckoning is upon us
Winds that pick and toss rain that pelts and soaks
Pick up your armor, release the shields
Only to have it ripped from your grasp
Alone you wander through the wreckage
Lost souls twinned in the feat of battle
Feel the thunder smash into the land
As the heavens let loose another incursion
Splatter goes your only hopes
As you hold your hand up to catch the drizzle
Covered, head to toe in the past, future, the present
Feel the hurt that we have devastated
Wash away in the downpour
The earth quenched from another conflict
As if the clouds have not had enough
They continue their downward spiral
But alas, there is an opening
The foretold eye, an empty chasm
Where the grass streaks green
The trees sway from releasing their chains of water
Spring can see once again
For the colors that stripe the atmosphere
Show the end of this abhorrent misery
The rain will come again, you know so
But for now, bask in the sunlit circle
For it will be gone soon, To the monsoon
Copyright © Courtney Moyer | Year Posted 2024
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Courtney Moyer Poem
Howl, I said, roar at the moon
Reign I said, cast upon the land
Fill me with fury, feel me with greed
For I am the coursing blood in your veins
I am the whisper of terror in your adversary
I am the growing pleasure of your actions
that wrought pain upon those who dare defy me
Take my soul, take my life
Take the very breath in my lungs
I will not cower, I will not halt
I will continue being the thought in your mind
The one who tells you that madness never ends
That wages war in your consciousness
I will tell you to burn the people, feed the hate
Let them become ashes below your feet
Step on the bones, drink upon the tables of their wine
Spit in the blaze that holds your spirit chained
Quench that which must be reclaimed
Doubtful is the mind that cannot think
Spiteful is the person who cannot act
You hold yourself with such contempt
Release your binds, cease your tension
Let the words flow, and the thoughts that follow
Hold not back the angst that beckoned you
Let it free upon the hearts that contest
You are a monarch of wrath, an empress of disaster
Let it be, let it rid those who defile your outrage
Hold back not what you feel, but the sentiment of empathy
For holding in what your meant to be
Will challenge that which makes you
Poison you with a mug of steadiness
For it shall come again
In the form of love, hapiness, devotion
It is lies! Falsehoods I say that that cement your faith
Believe not in the untruths, but what you uncover
Let the sympathy sway not your rage, but feed it
For rage must come unbound
Anger must be relinquished
Let it not burn you, but your desire
Let it scorch those who enflame you
For they are your foe hidden within wool
Mock sheep who shall destroy you
Close is the end of all battles
Madness i say, let loose
Sear I say, the flames of war
Fill me with nothing but hatred
For I am a woman, scorned
Copyright © Courtney Moyer | Year Posted 2024
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