The Folly Of Power On Thee
A poem by Jason Morton
Trembles rock as things shake from the Earth below
It is a touch of something new
Felt deep inside at the origin of all you know
Never has this been something that you knew
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Shaking it leaves you, deep down and inside
Breathlessness continues for what seems like ever after
A scary feeling making you ponder whether to run and hide
Will you be a much braver one and become the corageous actor
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Shaking to your core not something easily handled unknowing
It attacks your very being with confusion of an uncomfortable delight
Taken in, these strange sensations leave the lights around you all glowing
But their power shakes you deeply and into a horrendous fright
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Adrenaline's rush overtakes you
The soft quivers from within build to a feverous pitch
Electrical surges begin to unmake you
Once you feel the strange sensation, deciding not to ditch
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It all starts so soft and to most, somewhat scary
As the hairs stand up on end
Strange emotions and feelings so contrary
Your very soul is what begins to bend
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Lost in the seas of green and blue
Every inch of earth shaking from that once safe shore
Slowly, and grazingly, the feelings overtake you
Leaving you both fearing and begging for every bit more
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The calls of the wild harken thee to come back
Screams for you to embrace your sanity before losing your way
Wild noises eminating from the visceral attack
On each nerve ending causing your heart to give you nothing to say
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The heat builds beneath you
Rising from the very depths and ravages of hellscapes below
And in all the moments leading up to this time, this was due
Because without it you'd have to live and never know
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Weight that immense grows into your flesh
Feeling as if pushed down by the weight of your world
Praying not to lead to a life filled with mess
In that moment it feels as if your soul's shining with gold
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Do you even see
What am I
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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Comments (2)
This is an epic story poem! I especially love the phrase, "Wild noises eminating from the visceral attack." 💜
Hi! I really enjoyed reading your story. The pacing felt very balanced, and the emotional transitions between scenes were handled beautifully. There were moments where I could clearly visualize the framing, almost like cinematic cuts between panels. Your writing naturally creates imagery, and that’s not something every writer can do. I’m a commission artist working in comics and Webtoons, and while reading, I honestly started imagining how a few scenes might look illustrated. No pressure at all, but if you’d ever be curious about seeing a visual adaptation of part of your story, I’d love to connect. Discord: ava_crafts | Insta: eve_verse_ Keep writing, you’ve built something special. Ava