I'm a warrior with a broken sword
I'm wearing armor with a bloodstain
I'm on a battlefield full of strangers
I walked with shame as if I killed someone
whispering around like shouting in front of me
I sat alone crying with no tears
Days turned years
winter became autumn
lone warrior found a comrade
a broken sword with an iron shield
armor with a helmet
a bloodstain disappeared
We walked no shame as it should be
whispers around listened with no care
We sat laughing together with a music
~eyhSmik
December 28, 2018
12:49 PM
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Wandering Soul
PoetryIt's an original collection of poetry and prose, written and published in chronological order by eyhSmik
