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A wounded animal is caught inside a trap;
There's no way out.
All the noble creatures of the forest see the animal,
Struggling and trying to get free...
But the only way to regain its freedom
Is to break the trap...
They outcry, saying it would be unfair to the trapper;
After all, it is their property,
And damaging it is wrong, unjust...
As if justice were a thing so set in stone;
They argue for the hunter,
For if the creature were to break the trap and free itself,
It would be hurting its attacker,
And then it wouldn't be any better
Than the very darkness that ensnared it.
Except they're forgetting one major thing,
That it's a piece of property
Aimed at deliberately hurting others;
Forged from tears of blood, with malicious intent...
The others all look down on the animal,
For the poor creature's view is obscured,
Since it's pinned down on the cold ground;
Rubies cascading slowly from its side,
Empty cacaphonies of anguish bellowing from its soul,
Jaws clenching and unclenching, and aching,
Like the ebb and flow of the tides,
As it bites down onto the cold, unforgiving steel..
It cannot break the trap,
And therefore, cannot get free...
So the creature continues to cry its tears...
Until it is silenced.
Now they have to look at it,
Stare into its eyes as the warmth of life leaves it,
And ask the mighty forest
If we are any better than the creature
For forcing it to die...
Are we morally superior,
For telling it to go against its basic instincts?
But hey...
Why should we side with the creature,
When the trapper gives us the scraps?
Sometimes we're the animal,
And sometimes...
Sometimes we're the trapper...
And sometimes we're the entire forest.
As for myself,
I am just an acorn,
Lost in the leaves...
But even I shall never forget the lesson
Of Tenderheart the Wicked;
Who died in shallow vain...
There's no way out.
All the noble creatures of the forest see the animal,
Struggling and trying to get free...
But the only way to regain its freedom
Is to break the trap...
They outcry, saying it would be unfair to the trapper;
After all, it is their property,
And damaging it is wrong, unjust...
As if justice were a thing so set in stone;
They argue for the hunter,
For if the creature were to break the trap and free itself,
It would be hurting its attacker,
And then it wouldn't be any better
Than the very darkness that ensnared it.
Except they're forgetting one major thing,
That it's a piece of property
Aimed at deliberately hurting others;
Forged from tears of blood, with malicious intent...
The others all look down on the animal,
For the poor creature's view is obscured,
Since it's pinned down on the cold ground;
Rubies cascading slowly from its side,
Empty cacaphonies of anguish bellowing from its soul,
Jaws clenching and unclenching, and aching,
Like the ebb and flow of the tides,
As it bites down onto the cold, unforgiving steel..
It cannot break the trap,
And therefore, cannot get free...
So the creature continues to cry its tears...
Until it is silenced.
Now they have to look at it,
Stare into its eyes as the warmth of life leaves it,
And ask the mighty forest
If we are any better than the creature
For forcing it to die...
Are we morally superior,
For telling it to go against its basic instincts?
But hey...
Why should we side with the creature,
When the trapper gives us the scraps?
Sometimes we're the animal,
And sometimes...
Sometimes we're the trapper...
And sometimes we're the entire forest.
As for myself,
I am just an acorn,
Lost in the leaves...
But even I shall never forget the lesson
Of Tenderheart the Wicked;
Who died in shallow vain...
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I Am My Enemy
Scream again.
I can't contain the pain.
I need the bite of blade,
need to see the blood.
Trapped inside my head,
screaming never stops.
Hating everything,
I need to get away.
Can't escape myself.
I find me wherever I hide.
I can't keep it in.
I can't let it out.
Letting go doesn't grant release.
My monsters hold me down,
hold me back,
lock me away.
I can't come back.
Trembling with emotion,
I reach desperately.
Reach for the unknown.
Even the silent air can't quell my screaming.
Shatter all my shackles,
shatter all my chains.
Break the doors and walls apart.
I'll release my demons.
All I need to do is let everything out.
Every last vanished s
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Torn Away - Poem
A tickling sensation
I trace a teardrop as it trickles
My laugh is one without elation
I never thought that life could be so fickle
The air is cold and bitter
Dryness envelops both soul and lung
I guess all is not gold that glitters
You took all of my heart
And now you're gone
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I Suppose
Is happiness for everyone? Is there a limited supply To live long and die Not once having anyone on your side Wanting to share with the world Many thoughts left unresolved Ignored and pushed away I wasn't meant to exist at all I want to speak, But Will anyone ever hear me I'm not such a bad guy I'm just very sad with traumatic memories It's ok I don't mind being alone forever I don't exist anyway Yet for some reason I'm still hear 4/624
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Just some recent happenings that really made me think... If others can create their own rendition of it, then so can I.
I will leave you with these thoughts. Sometimes sticking up for yourself and your loved ones is the only way to go... Of course not everyone will agree, but sometimes you really have no other choice. It's that, or suffer... You can choose to suffer, but even then you'll be labelled a martyr. Sometimes there really is just no way to win. Only pain.
Lastly, I will say this...
People who think people should sit idly by and do nothing when they are wronged or harmed are literally the biggest part of the problem. uwu
I will leave you with these thoughts. Sometimes sticking up for yourself and your loved ones is the only way to go... Of course not everyone will agree, but sometimes you really have no other choice. It's that, or suffer... You can choose to suffer, but even then you'll be labelled a martyr. Sometimes there really is just no way to win. Only pain.
Lastly, I will say this...
People who think people should sit idly by and do nothing when they are wronged or harmed are literally the biggest part of the problem. uwu
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Amen sis! Open that mouth wide and strong when we (or a love one) is wronged! Much good food for thought here. (I found myself wanting to open the jaws of the trap; powerful visuals. )