Battles of the Wills

Battle of the Wills

By Matthew S. Van Hove

 

Fight till the end of days when trumpets sound,

And Angels sing!

Swords clash and cannons blast,

Men cry out in rage, pain, and courage.

Gold, silver and jewels grease palms

Dirtied by hours on the sea.

Time stands still within the walls of the Aft and hull.

Port and Starboard both

Showing endless battles.

Lost at sea and adrift amongst debris.

Holding thy breath in an attempt to survive the wrath of the boundless oceans.

Waves lapping gently at the shore

Wonderous warmth beating down on sandy shores.

Trees standing on the beach as a fort against the liquid blue.

Survival is at hand, death is Nye.

To live is to surrender.

To surrender is to survive.

Survival is merely a battle of the wills.

Reviews

[Kloud_Nine]

like the struggle you present in this piece, well done.

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Lots of movement.. i could see images in front of me ..

I loved the last three lines:

"To live is to surrender.
To surrender is to survive.
Survival is merely a battle of the wills."

Awesome write !

[QuietPoet]

Wow, this was awesome. I could imagine every line. Great write.

[Stephanie]

I love the last 3 lines. The whole feel of this poem is like an epic sea battle that everything depends on. Thanks for the read request on this, it was truly a pleasure.

[CLUTZ]

awesome........this may sound really crazy but this pome just made me feel slightly better. thank u......i'm sorry i'm all over the place with this review,,,,,,,,,I'll try to do better next time but i really did like it.