Until hope is no longer just a ghost I have painted into a corner of wounded victory.......
Where the moon has called you mine I will conquer all of my tears Gather them from among the grasses Where they have cut my heart Like shards of glass
I will watch the clouds as they move Across the hills of dreams Until hope is no longer just a ghost I have painted into a corner Of wounded victory
This battle will no longer be my king Suppose to be will now reign I will not miss these tears of mine For I will be shielded forever From this............. My pain
"This battle will no longer be my king" I like this part the best because that is the trap that we fall into, we fight for the battle and not for the outcome. We pick our battles unwisely and that hurts us more. Tears cleanse us and I know I don't miss them but I also I need them to stay sane. This is a beautiful soulful write.
This battle will no longer be my king
Suppose to be will now reign
I will not miss these tears of mine
For I will be shielded forevere
From this.......
My pain
I really don't know how you come up with your ideas . . . As always your language use I envy and the strong emotion of determination through out tops it all off.
this is another great piece...I was fully engaged from the first line...you have an extraordinary way at looking at things...love those ending lines...just lovely...
very true so very true in some people hope is dead,
hope is a ghost to them and it is so sad i think this poem expresses nicely how people feel when they give up hope.
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