Hello!

Here is the final and third day of “Poetic Pile-Up”. To finish the tour, we present a long poem crafted after the concept of mental fortresses and spiritual warfare:

There’s Just that Trigger Waiting …

Every day, ambition may wander
There are things and those who will pick you up,
Others that will force you to give up
The planters and the antagonists, the weary and their inhabitants

Forefront inspiration fights for successful continuation
The bulwarks and combat within—this battle is not of flesh and skin
The origins external, digging harmful burrows
Attempting to purge the mentality, eliminate foundation and buds of the inner city

Comments like fiery tridents,
Procrastination infecting, reminiscent to atrophic poisons
Unwise (usage of) time, neglect to defenses and progression
Doubt fuels the resolve of each enemy agent

They seep between the fortified walls, cleverly setting traps to stall
Wrenches in the gears, generation of rusting tears
Minefields in the corridors, the bulwark is slanting short
When all their weapons come to bare

…

Will you cower amongst shards of broken steel and glass,
The shattered remnant of hope past
Shining light and its people, shrouded in the misty abyss
The binding chains of numbness, with fear securing the locks

The enemy’s agents will drag you on, a purposeless husk,
Mind dampened without the positivity of the sun
Survivors lose their sparks,
You may wither in the dark blankness, poniards of pain and reality all that lead you forward, or maybe just round a relentless circle?

But what often lies in despair, waiting for courage to rise and ensnare,
Rebellion, the will to reclaim and reconstruct
The fortresses of ambition prior lost
To engage in skirmish, bent on regaining our inspiration

In the depths of gloom and uncertainty,
There is a flare, patiently waiting, the burning signal of revolution
Against the forces of inertness
The igniting piece to restart the drive to live, not simply survive

To overthrow the powers of depression,
Fear, procrastination, self-doubt,
All the wearisome factors and notions
Fuel for the turmoil

They can, every one of them, be shunned
The abyss of the enemy, the turmoil of animosity, washed away
You can rebuild, you can plot onwards
You can bask once more in the embrace of the sun
And one day, long and far in the possibility of bright future
You might look back on truly living from this point,
Escaping and purging the dark from all sight
Realizing you fought the good fight

You can grasp the signal weapon, the flare,
Breathe the light of life,
Into the bounds of the sky
Let the stars return your cry

There’s Just that Trigger Waiting

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I hope you’ve enjoyed this three-part pile-up series.

With sincerity,

~ The Esoteric Wisp