Friday, January 21, 2011

Unbreakable

The power
The feeling that
You can do
Whatever
You can
Possibly
Wish for

The helping
Of the helpless
The goodness
Of what you do
Touching others
Their lives yours
To do what you will

The corruption
Of absolute power
Finding your soul
At first you fight
But then
You decide
You quite like it

The rampage
From your soul
Unleashed
In its full glory
The terror
Of the helpless
Fuel

Unstoppable
You tear
Straight through
The earth
Just because
You can
Unbreakable

1 comment:

Reogan said...

I've always liked this one. It's true, on the whole, as poetry should be, and it rings with it. Having power beyond the sort I've ever dreamed I've often dreamed.