Unlike my 33d poem, I was able to get a copy of this poem to my English teacher before it went out of sight. This poem was inspired by struggle, no reservations, and the title actually says it all. This is one of my open poems which do not require much deep comprehension, so probably you may enjoy reading it without your brain juice spilling everywhere, ha-ha :))))))
XXXIV
STRUGGLE
Fight? I never knew it
Not of fires raging
Waters gushing
But embers of my soul
Had none to kindle
And then dwindle
No shield or sword at hand
Nothing of such plight
Or such keen sight
All I had was myself
And my thinning hope
On a burnt rope
And run a comet trail
To wander and roam
What they call home
Or visit stars afar
On a clouded dream
Where it might seem
Like a thousand winters
When rains were above
A placeless love
Where suns were forgotten
And darkness was wed
And so I led
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PoetryThese poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'...
