Battles won, battles lost. Tempest raged, tempest tossed.
Brave warrior, emboldened knight. Cautious step, silent flight.
Wary eye, keen mind, violent sobs, breathless cries.
Weary soul, captive brain
All cry out in ceaseless pain.
Head bowed, folded hands,
One awaits the Promised Land.
Eyes squeezed shut, captive tears now roll free,
Head buried in hands and a lonesome whisper: "Why me?"
Lull in the storm, the captive breaks free,
But another torrent of rain concludes the desperate flee.
Another thought, the war rages on
In the head of a child who's always alone.
Battles won, battles lost,
The tempest has raged
And now has tossed.
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Avenge The Broken Ones
PoetryThis is simply a collection of the poems I hurriedly scratch out around midnight. I usually write about whatever stokes my fancy at the moment - usually sad things, or ramblings about love. Depression and anxiety rule my life, so be prepared to exp...
