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Darkening Echos


The one who sits and dwells on echos,
The following silence, the pause in thought,
And what the void replies in bellows,
What these unanswered musings bought.
The price here to sit and think and be,
Unaffordable or in reach? We’ll see.
Echos return from the void tell me
Of what is born from pause in thought.
A dream of pain, a nightmarish draught.
A pain that wakes the soul within.
A struggle born in mind is fought.
From the darkest, deepest hole now climbs,
A beast that bears the peace we sought.
The beast, a bear, on is peace borne.
The bear an echo,
And peace a dream.
The void has swallowed them both you see,
And I am one who sits and dwells
On darkening echos,
And peace that fell.

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One More Sunset

Another sunrise, another day
Another chance to stay and say,
One more noon passes by
One more sunset to catch her eye.
She sees the road, the narrow path beyond,
It is just the same as any other dawn.
She wakes from sleep, though no rest found.
Most nights are spent dreaming
Of fears, of paralyzing past.
Memories through the years abound,
But not so many she would like to last.
The sun has set after a day of reviewing these,
She wonders if tonight is the night that she will find peace.

No Peace.

She laid her once holy blade in the mud,
Raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sun,
To gaze across a wasteland soaked in blood.
She looked for her brothers, for survivors, anyone,
Naught but frozen, lifeless eyes met her gaze.
Thousands and thousands marched with her from home,
So quickly torn from their halcyon days,
To the final resting place for their souls.
For herself she weeps, not so much the dead.
Her price? No release for herself to find.
For such a price, can “This is peace.” be said?
She mourns for the world that she’ll leave behind.
There’s no absolution in crimson tide.
There is no peace where so many must die.

Deathbringer

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Without the strength to stand,
Though she is so trying,
And will not leave this dying land,
Oh so quickly it is dying.
A thousand fallen before her blade.
One thousand more dare to try.
Countless battles into memory fade,
Here, with silent tears she cries,
Yet what death she brings will save more.
With what currency is life bought but blood?
How much must be spilt before,
Death falls ‘ore this land like a flood?
She hopes to stem this coming tide,
Of death and blood and dying earth,
For peace and blood doth not coinside,
There first must be a hearts rebirth.

The Lack Thereof

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We find no peace within the swarm,
Between the calm and storm I’m torn.
There is necessity here but…
From this horde I wish to be cut.
Busy busy, never resting, never dreaming for lack of sleep.
Running, watching, searching, finding, but nothing for ourselves to keep.
This isn’t home but we’re here the most,
Always rushing unable to simply coast.
If we’re unhappy here, then why remain?
Is it worth it?  What do we gain?
While it may not be greener on the other side.
There in greater health I shall reside.
Placing this before myself: the happiness of my love,
Peace being the motive, or rather the lack thereof.

This is one about working a job you’re unhappy with and while change may be difficult one must do what is best for ones family, and put their needs first.

Pain/Peace: Diamante poetry challenge

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Pain
Tragic, hapless
Gripping, agonizing, unforgiving
Lamentable, consuming, amity, equality
Caring, calming, reposing
Tranquil, harmony
Peace.

Forsake Me Sorrow

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Forsake me dear sorrow!
You who take and do not borrow.
I wish for your company no longer!
I am (more than before) now stronger
And return to me my joy,
That is no longer your toy.
A final farewell I give thee
And forever with you
I will not be.
Leave me with my peace dear sorrow,
And I will not see you the morrow.