A fierce and mighty warrior
I swing a sword sharp as can be
With my suit of armor plated gold
I fight for my kind
I slay any beast
I put myself on the line
My mind on one thing
My heart on another
I think to win and live another day
I feel to run and free myself from this battle
I never chose this path
This path chose me
Yet I do not fill fulfilled
I wish to know how it feels
To run and live freely
To not worry when my last day will be
Just live and breath without a sword to throat
Yet that will never happen
There will always be a wall I can not climb
So I stay and fight and hope
Hope someday I will leave and live happily
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Poetry of the brain
PoetryA bunch of poems I feel and think about their all random some are about love some or sad I hope u enjoy all of them!
