Wet Soil 🌀 (An Original Poem)

Engulfing rivers of hate, ever-dragging weight, 

Chilling shivers of anger, worsening our fate. 

Through these lucid scenes, of my waking dreams, 

I resist and persist, against these screaming streams. 

‘Cause everything I loathe, was made just for me, 

Every choice I chose, setup this test to see, 

Where exist the limits, of my will and morality, 

To develop the skills of my individual, in plurality.

When I finally understood, all this pain is for good, 

Still present but slowed, was the flood in my blood. 

With practice, over time, the mud-waters sweetened, 

I began to reflect and accept, this sense then strengthened.

Fear turned to thanks, as I advanced in the ranks, 

And now, willingly cleaned, the waters recede. 

But this pool please leave, the ritual to use as I need, 

So to this truth will I cleave, that the Tree of Life, is the deed-seed,  

Planted and wetted by me… 

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Other Original Poems;

• Glitches in the Blueprint of Our Universe
• Triggers Triggered 
• What Was It All For?
• Marshalled Mentality
• To The Corrupt... 
• Elevation Mutation (for PoetrySlamChallenge 6)
• Alliteration Analysis
• Weight of Words (for PoetrySlamChallenge 4)

Thanks for your attention and support! 

Melech מלך ben Chaya, @inphiknit