There I stood
Struck down by my own sword
One word
Struck a chord
After many blows
I was trapped
By my adversary
Who already had to adapt
Adapt to the nature
The nature of me
I've made too many mistakes
Topped with relentless mockery
I promised a change
Slowly but surely
I was reverting back to my old self
Trying to hold on securely
I knew my foe well
Familiar face
Familiar character
But no trace
No trace of the future
Only of the past
But it was the temerity
I had to outlast
Maybe they'd see
The new beauty
The beauty in the situation
And look past their duty
Eyes ablaze
Chest heaving
Heart pounding
A part of them leaving
One final dip
Of my own sword
I put my hands together
And looked to the lord
There I was
Nothing of me left to defend
About to be struck down
Putting my better days to an end
A final breath
A sword is swung
My friend killed me
That is what stung
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts as Words
Poésie"Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry" -Muriel Rukeyser "The crown of literature is poetry." -W. Somerset Maugham Poetry is truly a powerful way to display one's feelings, thoughts, and opinions. Sit back, relax, and let th...
