These feelings I thought I had forgotten
Dredged up after the brief respite
My strength all rotten
I am no longer willing to fight
My mind is my fortress
My weathered walls go up
Let them be hammered by stress
My defences shudder under the first wallop
Surviving these storms leaves me numb
Dig your daggers deep for I cannot feel
How much longer before I succumb
As this world gets more unreal
Alone on this field I stand
Battered and bloody
My soul a wasteland
My skies dark and gloomy
I can see clearly though my eyes are glazed
My weapons raised, I still pose little threat
I wish all my bridges had never been razed
But this is no time for regret
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Randoms
PoetryA collection of poems and short stories that don't belong anywhere else. These are my random ideas and feelings, all thrown together.
