The travel path,
Along the earth,
It's been engraved,
Deep in your soul,
We walk alone,
No matter who holds our hand,
The snow is cold,
The fire is all too hot,
No in between,
It comes with full force,
When you're all alone,
It hits you,
Just as a hurricane would,
It detaches your emotions,
And makes you cough up feelings,
Until your body lays there,
Lifeless
And alone.
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My poems, And Random Stuff
RandomI am a soldier. I am the one that is always on the battlefield. With scratch marks, and bruises. I try to carry on, I try to see the light. I reach for my guns, to try and abolish the enemy. The ones that want me dead. But I can't anymore. I've bee...
