Power is a soulless thing
Empty of golden virtue
Except to the souls that bring
Respect and a certitude
Of helping the trampled
Souls crawling a beaten path
Avoiding the one less travelled
And in this endless aftermath
Precious few remain cautious
Watchful, ever on their guard
Waiting for that final "no holds barred"
Nameless, nauseous
Ultimate battle of human resolve
Respectful of their journey
Knowing a blindness for the trampled
Will dissolve
The bodies strewn throughout it
They remember the trampled
Those that have, in resolve, writ
That each shapeless soul
Paves the path we tread and it
Lines all power with gold
About the Creator
Daniel Power
I'd like to share a collection of my poetry that I've written and accumulated throughout the years that may date all the way back to my days in grade school. I hope you enjoy your time spent perusing and pondering my mental meanderings.
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