Warrior of Peace
I want to protect,
I want to fight,
I want to take a stand on the right side,
But I'm not a fighter,
I had realised,
As I hurt myself everytime I strike,
Every punch I throw makes my heart bleed
Peace is my vital need,
A dream I must necessarily feed,
A thought that makes me want to live,
For it is my greatest desire,
Burning in my soul like fire,
But I can't achive it due to my lack of power,
Thus it tortures me forever
It is an eternal bane,
Having to live on with the pain,
Fighting, striving, killing, dying,
Killing, dying, killing dying,
Rising again from the grave,
In a wolrd that's like a crypt,
Unforgiving and rigid
Unloved, forgotten, betrayed,
Suffering from the defeat,
I cannot stay true to my creed,
Suddenly my heart stops to beat,
Things around me turn ash-palid,
And the darkness wraps around me,
As I slowly fade...
Suddenly I see a vision,
Remembering me of my mission,
Resurrecting my ambition,
Reviving my ancient passion,
Filling me with strengh and emotion,
Reinforcing my devotion,
A miraculous illusion
Beams of sunlight break through the grey clouds,
Shining on the ruined battlegrounds,
My dead body's feeling alive,
I clutch the handle of my knife,
Stand up, and continue my life,
Keeping my pledge of terminating
The never ending strife
The cloak of clouds closes above,
Turning the day into night,
Darkness takes the place of light,
Thunder slashes through the skies,
Growing fear in peoples hearts,
My black tears are watering the ground,
And I fight on and on and on...
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For the Broken
PoetryWhen I'm experiencing an emotional crisis I write poems. That's the only state of being in which I'm capable of producing anything like that. I post the better ones here. I hope my writings will help people feel like there is somebody out there who...
