This ContenderA Poem by Geminair
This "Contender" has been beaten,
and yet he still tries to fight, even knowing, its in vain just adds fuel to the fire, another layer of an eternal,internal war,and another reason not to fear the inevitable. There is nothing left to claim,no prize,no reward,no endgame, time might be a healer,but it still leaves scars,upon scars, unique gash's,holding everything else together, like a clotted mess that stinks of desperation, and mixed with a dash of pointless hope. Each new wound a reflection of the one before it, and an infection of the toxic holocaust that followed.` Analysis,then realization that it is all an unbreakable cycle for this Contender, created somewhere along the line, when love and war became the same thing, technical knockout,looser by default,in a war that doesn't even have a winner. The walking wounded have there own scars now,as a souvenir, with the added option of an antiseptic,from a lesson learned. This Contender left to his leveled environment,to rebuild,and heal a world, where there is nothing but the dust of the dust, the ashes of the ashes, and a corrupt formula for another impending apocalypse. © 2016 GeminairReviews
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2 Reviews Added on May 5, 2012 Last Updated on August 19, 2016 AuthorGeminairmanchester, United KingdomAboutmy name is Gem and i am from Manchester, England,home of some of the worlds most prominent bands,i love to write poems but mainly songs im one of those types that always has made up tunes and songs go.. more..Writing
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