The world has gone from windy to cold
And now my soul has become frozen together-
-with the universe that holds it.
The angels, that guide my physical self
to the realms of the warm lasting light,
are my only chance of getting back to that place
where my heart calls home;
that place where it knows all its boundaries,
its treasures, its melancholy,
its freedom and colour.
And now my heart lies solid,
Frozen, unsure of the future,
Unsure of what had past.
The angels are trying carefully not to fail at their tasks.
Both the helped and the helpers are not giving up,
and the battle continues.
The heart and the soul keeps on fighting away-
-the coldness of which the apocalypse has brought.
The war is being fought and the light seems to lose-
-but it's not yet over. What could the ending be...
...if the battles are still going on
And the coldness keeps raging on?
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The Unfinished Battle
Poetry"A mind like an endless world of either rainbows or storms." Find yourself looking to the sky thinking about every aspect of your life and what it has been. See a different perspective of you, your world, your universe and everything else. Ex...
