Power Strife
by Liz laycakWhen the tide is high
And I’m feeling low
Love seems far from existence
I’m on a hunger strike
My starvation moves me
When the sun has set
And my dreams have risen
Time seems to move not for me
Nor for my surroundings
My subconscious
My neighbor
Fails to move in harmony
With the wind
My shrinking shadow,
My follower
Fails to move me
And lead me away from this place
In this long forgotten land of temptation,
My desire has dwindled to pain
My fascination, once a kindling flame,
Is abandoned
But the dream is what moves us
Higher and higher
To an unearthly fortress
Supremacy and greed are no matter
What dream is this?
How unyielding, how full of desire
How feigning in power
Of this, I am sure,
I can never tire.
Celtic Symbol of STRENGTH... such is this poem.
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