For MeA Poem by Captain RilenI am who I am, There's no point denying. Though life's an exam, There's still a point in trying. Feel that air through your lungs, The very essence of your existence. Feel it pass along your tongue, Invigorating you with persistence. Don't try to forget, That's selling yourself short. Let your ideas ferment, A form of constant retort. I know we hurt one another, That much is clear. The end of our forever, Still fills me with fear. I simply don't know, Where am I supposed to go? What am I to do? When all I am is your foe. The answers must lie with me, Though a needle embedded in sand. Maybe writing can help me see. Maybe it can help me understand. The mind is quite an odd thing, This is clear to see. My mind pulled by stretched string, Encompassing all that is me. I feel tiresome and old, Though my body is still young. Perhaps if my mind were more bold, I wouldn't be so highly strung. So in my mind rages a battle, Which I hope will soon be won. I refuse to be a simple mantle, For a loaded gun. I wish to be as others are, Happy and having fun. One day this'll be a faded scar, And I the victorious one. © 2015 Captain RilenFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
143 Views
3 Reviews Added on May 27, 2015 Last Updated on May 27, 2015 AuthorCaptain RilenAustraliaAboutIt was time for a new description! I'm sorry I don't review work as much but if I get a review from you I will always try to post one back once I have the time. University and work are both demanding .. more..Writing
|