Haunted By Karma

*Winner of the Hidden Powers Fantasy competition: a poem about someone revealing their secret power* One secret. One mistake. Countless consequences.

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1. One secret. One mistake. Countless consequences.

 

Anger pounds its fists upon my heart, 

Anger rips my sanity apart,

Its whispers echo round my brain:

“You must punish them, they are to blame”.

 

Everyone thinks I'm possessed,

All of London want me oppressed,

Shackled to the walls of a freak show,

Unable to escape, unable to say no.

 

Why won't they stop torturing me?

Though they aren’t blind, they refuse to see;

That we're still people, me and my family.

 

 

If only I didn’t reveal my secret power,

That made me more feared, by the hour.

I thought my compound control would leave people in awe,

But instead they shrieked, chaining me to the floor.

 

It was the worst mistake of my life,

Now I'm despised, and tension's rife.

The consequences they inflict are utterly senseless,

And the inhumane torment seems to be endless.

 

Why won't they stop torturing me?

Though they aren't blind, they refuse to see;

That we're still people, me and my family.

 

 

And what about the ones who rebelled?

Who tried to free me, who did marches and yelled.

They were jabbed and tested for powers like mine,

Then shunned from society, cruelly confined.

 

All society saw was me conjure up water,

But now I'm like a lamb to the slaughter.

Yet, although I'm tightly, brutally chained,

They don’t realise my powers have stronger domains.

 

Why won't they stop torturing me?

Though they aren’t blind, they refuse to see;

That we're still people, me and my family.

 

 

So I decide to hurt them, as they have me,

And in an eruption of wrath, I summon the sea.

It pounds its fists around London and the Thames,

And I seize the opportunity to rescue family and friends.

 

Yet you know what’s ironic,

You know what haunts me?

When my prison guards are drowning, for all to see,

Gasping for air,

Eyes filled with fear,

The salty sea-water mixing with their tears,

 

The one who’d chained me, beat me, declared me possessed, 

Had last words dripping with genuine distress:

 

"Please, just stop torturing me,

I’m still a person, why can’t you see?"

 

 

-Copyright, Uniqua Niques.

 

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