The coming crisis

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All poetry by Kat Angus. Intimate, personal stuff!

-PRELUDE TO THE CRISIS-

Haze
mixed with a foreboding sense of doom
what if this is as good as it gets?
what will happen with your Aphrodite; i pray that you won't start a war.
For this is only the prelude to the crisis, my sweet friend
and what i see in you
is not what the others do
but my perception may be clouded
by these rose-coloured glasses
even against such odds, the dream continues
if only i could express...
are you planning my demise?
i wouldn't have thought you as one for revenge
despite all that's said and done
here we are; we still remain
and there is so much for you to learn
but don't get the messages mixed
cause that would mean the end of us
and that would mean my downfall.
I love you. Keep safe.


-INSTRUMENTS OF DARKNESS-

If you take one more step closer
i will no longer keep my promise
(though i only gave my word silently to myself).
Things have changed between us
can you not feel it in the air?
it only takes one word.
Unafraid, i gingerly take your fate between my fingers
and spin it around your thoughts.
Your fantasies may be fun for now
but start thinking practically.
Look at what's in front of you
I am only an instrument of darkness
but i am here for you to take.


-UNANSWERED-

Do you have any clue how perfect my life was?
How together and wonderful i felt?
How it seemed i was so secure and loved?
Why do i take your bullshit?
Why do i do this day after day?
Why does no-one else care about that?
Why have i gone back to what i left behind?
Why have i been reduced to tears again?
Why can't you see what you're doing?
Does he understand?
Do they want me in their lives?
Does he love me?
Will i ever understand this friendship?
Am i really needed here?
Do i deserve her?
Will i ever change?
Will he ever change?
Will he ever see it?
Will i ever get the security again?
Will i ever stop crying?
Why do i give up on this?
Who will stay there to the end?
Why am i just left behind?
Why do i feel so down?
Why am i trying so hard?
Will my life work out if i...
How can they feel that when their actions show...

Do you know how it is to feel so lost?


-GAME OVER-

I predicted this coming crisis
as the others foretold a war
though i still feel safe here,
the arrows are flying around me
will you help me win this fight?

I feel like i'm walking alone on the field;
that the army are off in the other direction
and my other loyal followers are so far off
fighting their own battles.

I must make my own prediction
and act accordingly
and i see no positive ending to this duel
so maybe i should just walk away.

I've gathered some wounds
to show my efforts
and though i forfeit the fight
i can say i tried.
And though the neutral soldiers were there with me
they just didn't choose to see i needed help.


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