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powerPower
Storm raises it ugly head,
expectantly we cower away.
Yet still he stands,
determined to fight the battle;
proud, or foolish
enough to try and win?
Like screaming madmen, they fight,
each clawing to reach the pinnacle.
Hot tempers erupt,
scorching everything in sight.
Insult flinging is her art
We call her storm,
and tremble when she blows
Bruises fade, no longer seen
scar tissue never heals.
So it spreads
rampant;
festering, like gangrene.
Feeding on memories
never seeing light.
And still I look on
almost, an innocent bystander.
Disease spreads it fingers;
infecting every crevasse,
needling and plucking
every part of her.
She becomes lost to it.
Her name is guilt
the silent killer.
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