Poem #4: Venture

Winds of revenge take me down

As I strive to pierce the sky

Guilt of my doings tears me apart

And I stifle the urge to cry.

 

The dark clouds form a hurricane

And I stand in its midst, agitated

And the Styx below me rages

And the tides are then levitated.

 

Maelstroms wash over the shore

And the Titanic hits the chunk of ice

Sinking deeper, I see more plights

Merpeople scuttering away like mice.

 

Am I such a sinister being?

Is this all because of me?

My misdeeds push me to grieve

For I have caused this frenzy.

 

This venture has lead

To my awaited end

With plunders and mistakes

I might have to bow and bend.

 

I might be damned

But I shall soon rise from the dead

I shall overcome my flaws

I shall lead and be the head.

 

Your judgements don’t harm me

Your punishments don’t hurt me

There are million more ventures to do

And several more sights to see.

 

-R.S.

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