Its cold here, lonely, I fear,
My life and soul, shredded with spears;
Look at me with peace, spare me mercy,
Why is a human being stripped off for being fiesty?
I wanna live, I wanna survive,
There's so many things in this world I don't wanna sacrifice,
I'm not done yet, potential not clear,
Let me show you what I can bear!
Floors now littered with pieces of glass,
My feet bloody but moving too fast,
Words slip out from hysteria and fatigue
But never for once, do I silence my need.
Almost there! Not too far,
All I have are bruises and never-ending scars,
They aren't imperfections, not at all,
Battlemarks I bear, for fighting to the top.
I'm finally here, I've finally reached,
To my destination, with a new pair of wings;
Everyone tried to stop me and yet, here I am,
Eyes gleaming with courage, I take my victory stance.
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What A Poet Thinks
PoésieSometimes words do speak louder than actions; Sometimes thoughts are stronger than the acts expressed; Sometimes, its best to express a few words.... and leave the rest to the unknown.
