Poetry Wednesdays: ‘Emotions’


Who are you to sit on a giant throne
that bounds the host
of a thousand ghosts?

Who am I to be the silent guy,
that cries for the lives
of all those inside.

We are the mistress and master
of implicit disaster. The guides of
the wanderers, the sinners and martyrs.

We see the world fester and burn,
until the only lessons we learn
are from jesters and worms.

We are exciting and frightening
and soul igniting. But the bearers
of dread, of nightmares and lightning.

We are the hopes and gropes
of the human heart. Married to all
until death do us part.


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