My wrists are pierced
Cracked
And broken
By the torturous
Shackles
That bind me to
Places I do not belong.
Find me here
In forsaken
Nirvana
Where my
Vocation is held
Hostage
By forces that would
Tear asunder peace
Before mercy
Attains royalty.
Only when my
Soul awakens
Will I truly find
The courage to conquer
Death and fear.
Let the grips of
Anxiety
Not shackle me.
Let the Spirit's
Fortitude
Wash over me.
Under pressure
I will not break
I'm tired of seeing
All these fakes.
Under pressure
Let me be
The shining diamond
God created me to be.
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Musings of a Deep Thinker: Free-Verse, Rants, and Poetic Rants.
PoetryCompilation of different poems and rants that I've thought of and overall what goes through my mind when I think about life in general. Yeah. Enjoy.