©2017 E. R. Smith
A block of ice lays the head
Bites into the brain
Crams darkness like lead
Drives one insane
Evil is this blatant insanity
Fear the power consuming
Grave the battle, calamity
Heart-felt power dooming
Icy prickles spread down spine
Just in time to catch doubt
Killing hope of life divine
Leaving bitter drought
My soul glistens when vaporized
Numb tears shed its loss
Owning a head beaten traumatized
Phantom unseen touches toss
Quiet mind down and determine
Really, is it there?
Sane is it, to house this vermin?
Tear now at angst’s snare
Unseat it from the crown
Visualize strength inside
Will Force to beat it sound
X-Gen worries easing stride
Years of prayers Mighty pound
Zen reached Love drowned sigh
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