THE EAGLE
Red splatters the walls, the floors...
The Eagles yellow eyes
His claws tear, his beak rips
His malicious intent present in its speech
His black shadow falls
Its darkness full and everlasting
Leaving no physical mark but
Its evidence in the eyes of the Knowing
Only they can see
Only they recognize the signs
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Pain is in the mind of the sufferer
Invisible and dangerous
It strikes silently
Clouding the mind
It consumes
It feeds
Never backing off
Happiness becomes the past
Anger the present
What of the future?
No one knows
No one can know
No one understands
No one can understand
The inflicted is left alone
Even in the presence of others
All is left behind
Red splatters the walls, the floors
Inside the сердце
All becomes dark and painful
In the mind
The world disappears
And the mirrors appear
Self reflected from within
Only the Sufferer can know
What really goes on
Within the mind?
Those who know
Are those long gone
Are those who've suffered the least
Are those who left behind the victims
And traded themselves in
For the hope of something better
A hope never realized
The Knowing are never there to end it
To stop it
To prevent it
To help it
And the future doesn't seem bright
Only the Sufferer knows
Only the Sufferer understands
Only they know what's in the mind
And only the Sufferer knows
When the Eagle will strike
Red splatters the walls, the floors...
The Eagles yellow eyes
His claws tear, his beak rips
His malicious intent present in its speech
His black shadow falls
Its darkness full and everlasting
Leaving no physical mark but
Its evidence in the eyes of the Knowing
Only they can see
Only they recognize the signs
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Pain is in the mind of the sufferer
Invisible and dangerous
It strikes silently
Clouding the mind
It consumes
It feeds
Never backing off
Happiness becomes the past
Anger the present
What of the future?
No one knows
No one can know
No one understands
No one can understand
The inflicted is left alone
Even in the presence of others
All is left behind
Red splatters the walls, the floors
Inside the сердце
All becomes dark and painful
In the mind
The world disappears
And the mirrors appear
Self reflected from within
Only the Sufferer can know
What really goes on
Within the mind?
Those who know
Are those long gone
Are those who've suffered the least
Are those who left behind the victims
And traded themselves in
For the hope of something better
A hope never realized
The Knowing are never there to end it
To stop it
To prevent it
To help it
And the future doesn't seem bright
Only the Sufferer knows
Only the Sufferer understands
Only they know what's in the mind
And only the Sufferer knows
When the Eagle will strike
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what Ты think of it, please?
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Have Ты felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until Ты burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! Ты will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have Ты felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until Ты burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! Ты will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.