Liquid Ice

Liquid Ice

Liquid ice drips from the sky

clear coating branch and limb

reflected in security light

darkness snuffing rays quickly

Eerie hush as hear ice fall upon old snow

layer upon layer builds in geological time

until covered completely in snowy ash

waiting to swallow next victim of fall

Fallen warriors strewn about

generations of warriors taken down

scheme repeats amidst the carcasses

stench of generations wasted

Withdrawn into shells of former self

shame's unholy hush

hides the wound

avoids mentioning the fall

Yet dooming another generation

to repeat the fall that shouldn't be

as pride rises up  humility flees

damning the sons to familiar fall

So I choose to break free

vulnerable about the fall

disrupts the scheme

so sons and daughters can go beyond

To fight their own battles

because I have fought my own

not wallowing in what could have been

nor a victim of others

Poem 19-333w

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A somber write about old trees that have fallen likened to unfinished family business passed from one generation to the next. It has to stop somewhere, with me.