The war of the written
My sword is my pen
It slices through my thoughts
Again and again
The papers my shield
It protects my words
Having nothing to protect
More battles emerge
The war of the written
Is a constant battle
It's like the longer it goes on
The more thoughts we rattle
The words mean the most
They can be unthinkable and true
Being unable to explain
The battles against you
But just sit down
Take the time you need
And free everything's done
Your the one to succeed
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThese are poems insired by friends and family and anyone else. Love Loss and being torn down. I bet anyone who read one of these ucan find something to connect to . Read vote comment fan
