A thousand arrows

Another thing written as a folk punk ukulele song. It's a bit odd, but I think I was trying to show how we can overcome obstacles. Just another drunk piece...

Holes in my throat

From alcohol and words of lost hope

Metaphoric holes have become physical 

Views of my future have become more abysmal 

As the holes widen 

While the sight narrows 

 Loads do not lighten

In my back a thousand  arrows

Slowly draining life

Each arrow is a harmful word

In which I have heard

Every drop of blood that is spilled

Is a reduction of my will

To go on 

We fight for life 

With new arrows piercing our skin

Some of us can’t sleep at night 

Because we feel like we can’t win 

We must pull out arrows 

Overcome perils 

Stand up for a fight 

If we do so

You never know 

Things might be alright 

Keep on going 

Keep on fighting 

See you on the other side  

Reviews

[MadisonJR]

I love this poem! The way it sounds when you read it outloud, it is wonderful. I am just lost for words, this is amazing!