I’m stained
From all the pain
I’m not perfect
I may be perfectly insane
To be awake
At a time like this
It’s too early to be thinking like this
My armor isn’t stainless
There are dents and blood stains
That I can’t polish away
Even if I say
That my wounds are healed
Because they show on my armor
They twinkle like the polish that I try to rub in
My life is backwards
On this steel plate
You see all the pain
And wonder why I don’t buy a new set of armor
I’ve broken into this one
Every scratch
Every dent
Why would I want to be a shinning knight
Because then I would look like I’ve never been in a fight
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Steps To Greatness
PoésieThere are the steps that I take to being a better poet. The shorter smaller steps anyway. Mainly consist of short poetry.
