I really really had a hard time convincing myself to post this poem... therefore I am forcing myself to just do it.



"Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing. Use the pain as fuel. As a reminder of your strength" - August Wilson

Angra Mainyu

The demon in me,

my savage beast.

Surrender and sudden sacrifice.

Let one inhale her wretched disease.

Like genocide she will deceive and conquer,

towering over the dominant power.

Bestowing culture shock onto

the vulnerable,

THE cowardly,

ineffectual,

trifling,

THE WEAK.

Annihilating any back up artillery.

Look past her anesthetic eyes;

remain calm and you will see,

the struggle she has grieved.

Manifested and burrowing.

I conduct combat and impetuous rivalry.

If I shut her away,

where will I be?

Crushed,

beaten,

broken,

eaten....

So she shall remain.

She attains my world slowly.

As I abandon the pain.