Velleitie [POEM]

The High Priestess

II

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                     Velleitie (n.)

                         a wish or powerful desire for

                         something that nonetheless is

                         not or cannot be followed by

                         actions meant to pursue it.

                     I found a pretty word in Pinterest!

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Heavy Themes

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Velleitie

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ıllı 紫乃 ] ıllı

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#PoemsByKyrie

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I could see people weeping by,

they have seen enough of this world,

eyes clouded with so much regret

they couldn't see the colours of the sunset,

of the glowing sun waving goodbye

'til the next day comes,

Even with all of my kind words,

their hearts remain so restless,

and all their tears are pouring out,

I can't put their hearts to rest,

I can't stop their restless minds from

wandering to the unknown while they search

                               a place of solace,

Looks like the have hidden their hearts inside

big concrete walls I can't surmount so easily,

they've hidden it from the world

as they hid it from their own eyes

like they are afraid to see the wounds

that had been in there, forgotten by time,

So softly do their hearts sing out

the help that they all wanted,

but loud were all of their protests,

against to seek helping hand,

But even with reassurance

I couldn't seem to calm them,

and their voice reach out the heavens,

but no-one was answering

the calls of these poor, suffering people,

though if I only knew how, then I would go

                               and save them,

If I could just break them out of their shells

and take a peek inside to see their wounded hearts

that no-one could understand,

then I might help them through this pain,

let them see the magic of this life,

but even then, it makes no sense to me,

Why were they all wounded in the first place?

How could someone just go and hurt the innocents?

I'm sure prayers aren't enough

to mend the trust that was broken,

I could see the beautiful sunset

that's as red as the untold rage they've held,

Floodgates were opening,

I think they have reached their limit,

no more crying and sorrow,

they are all now raising arms against their oppressors,

even divine mercy can't describe

the daemons born from their hearts as they

                               rose up from the darkness,

if only I could do so much more,

but I, myself, am shackled down in chains.

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