Heart Storm

Stabs in the chest
Like something seeks release
A beast of wind
That tears and rages at your seams
Fed by pain
Inescapable by those who live
Creature wants to rule
Conquering the tattered husk of you
Not caring about loss
As long as it makes you scream

Many will fall
Some enjoying pain and suffering
Adoring the beast
As if it is how the world should be
Others hide
Cowering in their shadowy home
More will fight
Claiming victory over their beast
Gloating and crowing
Over those still trapped within the fray

The beast is eternal
To live is to give it food and love
Pain will always be
So one wonders why they try to fight
Or if there is one way
Truth is that one does what one does
Every monster is unique
Crafted from our thoughts and fears
Our heart’s curse
That we can never truly shed

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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15 Responses to Heart Storm

  1. Bastet says:

    This is a very powerful poem Charles, and not a little thought provoking. Scary too read at my end of the age barrier, as I can read it literally.

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  2. L. Marie says:

    I agree with Bastet. Wow. It’s painful and sad though. That’s so cool that you’re inspired to write poetry when you hear a song. As usual you make me feel lazy! I hear a song and think, “Wow. That was cool.” But then I just nod and play it again or something.

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    • I use music whenever I write. This week has been a fun experiment for myself. I purposely put the connected songs on repeat and wrote what came to mind. I haven’t had a poetry urge for a while.

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  3. Your poem metaphorically describes a night I had in New Orleans once. Whew so glad no one got killed

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