Open Poetry #1 |
Spoils of War |
guiltborn Junior Member
since 1999-07-26
Posts 30South Dakota |
The wasted night passes once again and I sink back into my daily slumber, Blocking out the pain and the hatred That burns through my soul. Those who I love have all made Haste to the new sky And I am left here alone With sword and shield at beckon call.. As the sun rises to greet the new morning, A darkness blacker than night fills my thoughts. My mind fills with visions of vengeance, The only reward that seems attainable anymore. All things had have been lost. All that remains is what I was born with And the cold steel that I trust my life to. Wearily I carry my courage and journey towards my fate, her cold breath breathing down my neck, Reminding me that I am never without eyes following. I gather the shards of my soul that I can still grasp And charge into the darkness to avenge my loss… To face the gods and make them listen To the broken song of my lonely heart And to the forsaken call of my soul, No matter how deaf their ears. ------------------ --------------------- ©1999 Guiltborn |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
That was very well done. My sincere compliments. I'm not much on free verse, but I like very much what you have done here. Welcome to the club. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
You have displayed the inner thoughts of a soldier's mind excellently...how well I know. |
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