Little by little, step by step
Fully armoured, armed and prep
No tears will fall
From the soldier who stood and crawl
But, no matter how hard you try
There will always be something that will make you cry
No matter how hard you train
They still see you unfit
Sensitive and feeble
Your feelings unstable
You're rough physically
You'll always be weak ironically
White clouds form
No signs of any coming storm
Light shines, colors fly over
Yet you're still fragile
YOU ARE READING
Hurled Thoughts
PoetryWe hurl thoughts like we breathe every gust of wind... To the words never spoken. To the thoughts I have forgotten.
