We've all got those inner demons lying in the dark,
Waiting, preying on the mission they can embark.
They creep in the crevices of the unknown place,
Waiting for the storm to pick up the pace.
Day by day and night by night they grow and grow with prying eyes,
So they wait for the brewing caldron to fail and die.
We've all got those inner peace makers that want to enable,
Reaching for the new sorrow that they can sweep of the table.
They hover and make sure to stay around always,
Creating the beach for the best of bays.
Action by action and gift by gift the kind create and create the peace for existence,
Ensuring forever to keep the "evil" at distance.
Everyone has those desires that dance with temptations,
After a while they influence nations.
The idea spreads like a disease,
Every person wants to try the new found appease.
Person by person and edit by edit the new phase begins to split,
Favoring the most important people to finally quit.
There is a part of every person that has the dying smile,
So dark and still and awful as bile.
It reeks of sadness and truth to behold,
Sitting in stillness forever cold.
It's own self shrinks and shrinks with the emptiness of war,
Waiting for itself to disappear and finally become no more.
There is such a thing as a hatred that roams everywhere,
Lurking with knives that can puncture with a glare.
With its green smile and pointed teeth,
It stands ready for war and unmasks its sheath.
Thought by thought and word by word it hurts and hurts the chosen few,
Destroying the monopoly it never wanted with you.
Time and time again cheer roams the Earth,
Waiting for the warm feeling to give a splendid birth.
Soon inside the life can never depart,
With great delight it opens its heart.
With swells and swells and crack by crack a burst gives way to expose a great mirth.
Each of these pieces are apart of a puzzle,
Each one interacting with another piece,
Stich by stich the art becomes clear,
Soon the beauty of a human life is here.
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Wishing for the Unforeseen
PoetryNo matter what's thought, poetry makes people think and thinking does something. It creates new horizons for anybody who just listens to the fluttering wings of thoughts. The thumping, and the feeling of the amazing. The wondrous flight of the new w...
