This is not my poem, i really like it so i thought that i would post it. It was written by william henley. He had to get one of his legs amputated and fought to save his other leg. This poem is about his struggle. Nelson Mandella also took great comfort in the poem when he was in prison. As shown in the film invictus.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
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World of war
PoetryThis is not all my poems. only one of them is. A poem about the war that was written for war of words poetry competition Hope you like it
