Not wanting to be down in the dark empty hole
A minute longer
As no one seems to hear you
down there
As well as no one coming
to your rescue
So with shaking hands you grap
The smoke of walls
And climb them
Falling down so many times
But then finally breathing
As you reach the gloomy top
Finally seeing the beautiful graceness
Of what we call life
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Survivor Of The Battlefield
Poetry- FLASHBACK SEQUEL - I am a warrior and you can never hurt me again - Demi Lovato