Armor

Armor, she's a solider.

She's slow,

But she devours.

As time passes

She turns into a coward.

One more sheet of armor

And she leaves once again.

Another battle,

She'll kill a man.

A wind knocks her down

As she falls to the ground.

The world hears no sound

But with thunder they make her drown

As she falls to the ground.

Another sheet of armor

It's thick and course

So she stands still...

The people surround her,

The ones that she killed.

She waits for a cue, a direction,

A command.

And she imagines herself falling through quick sand...

Out of societies demand.

So she's tired and weary

Of all these chains.

She tries to take off the metal.

What once was for survival

But is now glued to the skin.

And the people all grin

Because it's not her they like to see but the armor covering she.

And she's screwed!

Speaking all alone.

She's basically a clone

And that's what the people see.

So now she's home

And she's drowning all alone...

Reviews

[Belledine]

I like the structure of your poem and how you divide the lines!

[Jane_Gallagher]

Sometimes the strongest people we know show bravery simply by getting up to face another day. The most 'silently brave'- even when it seems that everyone is against them. Great piece!