Autumn Transient

halloween pumpkin

Autumn
The streets gleam
Rain has passed

Now the morning
Is bathed in warm golden tones
Trees silver sheen a sharp contrast

The Pumpkins
Cynical grin askew
Day of the death

You have been in your grave for decades
The pain you caused lives on
Every day

Eventually the candle in the pumpkin
Like your life one day
Snuffed

The grin hollow now
Half rotten shell
Always empty
Even when you were still alive

I don’t have to

I don’t have to tread carefully now
Because the monster sleeps
I don’t have to worry now
Because my words will be misused
I don’t have to loose sleep now
Because I won’t be interrogated

I can breathe now
Because there is air again
I can dance now
Because there is space again
I can be happy now
Because the shackles have gone
I can be creative now
Because the judgement was taken
I can be productive now
Because my brain stopped worrying

I don’t have to hide my strength now
Because you would punish
I don’t have to hide my smarts now
Because you felt threaten
I don’t have to hold back now
Because you would say no

I can imagine again
I can create again
I can be productive again
I can draw my sword and fight dragons again
I can support again
I can dance again

I am free

Survivor

I want to rage
I want to rage so fiercely
Like a hurricane ripping up the land
I want to rain fire and brimstone
I want flood the lands with stormwaves tall as mountains
I want to swing my sword cutting through meaningless flesh
I want to scream until your eardrums burst
I want to let go let go of holding back the chaos

And thus
I sit
My back to the wall
Arms wrapped around my knees
Because all I want to rage against
Are dead already
It would be an empty gesture

I do not make empty gestures

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