Teen Poetry #9 |
Sensationalistic Violence |
TheBlackHat New Member
since 2010-01-01
Posts 3 |
They call me a king, and that is alright. The burden I bear ties me to this world. They shout at the sky, and ask for light. I try to appease them with gentle words. My right arm rises in one sweeping motion, then suddenly this earth turns to ash. My left arm points toward the lost oceans, and suddenly this earth is born once again. They call me a king, a man without limits. I am a merely man aware of this world. They beg for salvation, to be free of sin. I appease their appetite with my words. My body rises from its throne on high, then all that ever was becomes nothing. My aura dissipates, releasing the sky, then dark and light consume everything. I am the king. Set me free. |
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Falling rain
since 2008-01-31
Posts 2178Small town, Illinois |
Nice poem. Eerie though for my taste. |
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wicked Junior Member
since 2010-01-29
Posts 22Florida, USA |
I love the depiction of a king being trapped, when in reality a "king" is thought of to be a ruler, at the highest point of freedom and power. It is beautifully ironic to see that somtimes unlimited freedom and power are exactly what tie us down. great write. I am that I am, |
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