He promised to live a life
No matter how hard it is to survive
His grip is slowly weakening
His doubts are swiftly awakening
You might look at him as a fighter
On the inside he is merely a survivor
His scars not visible
His suffering ultimately inevitable
He goes through war as a daily routine
A battle he encountered at thirteen
He knows the battleground by heart
A chessboard ready to fall apart
He is a weak pawn
In a game that starts at the crack of dawn
The sun brightening up the field
The victory he chooses to yield
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Ingenious DayDreaming
PoesíaI have always had a passion for writing whatever comes to my mind, be it fantasy or real life experiences. I usually keep all of these in my journal but I'm taking a chance and sharing it with the world. Poems are basically my life. They take me to...
