This river has no power. It must rage while the simple Earth lay, devoured, locked inside her cage. Why do the shadows come to me, my simple mind to stage? What madness comes to be when my helpless heart does rage? And still, the waters, they must lay; for what madness brings to me must stay. And what wholeness lives within my rage must stay in me, inside this cage. Why can not I rage when there is rage in me? Why must I hide in this empty cage whose walls not even I can see. Shall I not feel my own desire? To burn these walls within my fire. Can I not live another day? And still they stay. And I must dwell inside my pain though I do feel a gentle rain; it takes me from my soul and wipes away this stain and one day will remove this dark pacific reign. And still I am undone. And still, the waters, they must lay. And still the shadows come and still they stay.
Reason for writing:
This poem was written as an outlet for the fury we all
have and still let it lay. Still, but terrifying, calm,
but chaotic, quiet... but unrelenting.
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