I Don’t Deserve This Power

I wish it was easier to put down the weight,

I wish I could release all this power and flee.

But my mind reshuffles the thoughts I hate,

Hoping I can never end this killing spree.

My lips shoot arrows, eyes – lightning bolts.

The crimson clouds destroy gilded palaces.

I could build a house from the grudges I hold,

Fill all cups with my counterfeit promises.

So, I carry the stones in my pockets,

Snarling angrily at everyone who flies above.

My stares become dull, wounding both eye sockets,

They throw frozen tears at the whitest doves.

I wish it was harder to tear others down,

I wish I could stop bleeding on every passer-by.

Yet, my thoughts buzz around, forming a crown,

And I continue this crusade without an alibi.

-JW