The Choice

The Choice

A Poem by Ryan Walker

The axe of vengeance my left, the blade of retribution my right, dare I wield them?

Dare I extract from the uncharted caverns, a canvas of unlimited possibility.

How can I derive tantamount power from sources of darkness and light?

Dare I unleash such a cataclysm?
Or would it be salvation?

I lift my hands and channel the storm. Swept by the storm, I am the storm.

Two forms of destruction, which the greater evil?

Is it weakness to become the beacon of light?
Is it a service to be the pinnacle of darkness?

Do I end the pain?
Is this pain, how is it not?
This endless cycle of lose.
A thousand lives lived.
A thousand lives lost.
A thousands loves had.
A thousand loves lost.

Devastation in my grasp, shall I lash?
Allow time to elapse
My future assured to be gripped by my past
I collapse

On my knees I laugh
Throwing my head back
At last
I can relax
This world will pass.

I set myself to the storm, swept by the storm, I am the storm

© 2013 Ryan Walker

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very well written. nice write :)

Posted 5 Years Ago

This is great,one of my favorite poems I've read. I love you choice of vocabulary and use of rhetorical questions. Keep it up.

Posted 5 Years Ago

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Tags: Storm, decisions, pain, power


Ryan Walker
Ryan Walker

Fort Worth, TX

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