He stands on the battlefield
With a certain air about him.
He picks up his sword and strikes his enemy.
He may get bloody and scared,
But he doesn't heed to that.
He might see death all around him,
But he won't fear it.
He says to himself,
"I conquer it everyday."
But there is one thing he cannot conquer,
Pride.
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Threads of Words
PoetryThese poems are simply my emotions. Most of these poems are fictionalized while some are loosely based upon my own experiences. I never thought that I would express my feelings and aspirations with anyone but myself. I surprised myself when I starte...
