"Turning Into The Knight"A Poem by Douglas BujakSitting here pondering, I've found that i'm not on my path But, I've slipped into the dirt, And settled for what i can get Reached out a hand, She gave up her body for one night Adding to my endless battle inside, What am I? Sometimes I can't answer that, For the truth is that i dont know I'm just so confused with everything, Yet I seem so layed back So fly into the water, Refresh your body Clean out the soul, Renew the mind And soon you will find, That i'm turning into the Knight Fighting the crusaders so, I can finally go home That place I cant remember much of, few memories come back to me But I wont talk about them, The Knight, I am I defend this cross, and my brothers watch my side Though the taste of blood, and the stabbing pain from a blade will make them run Pain is temporary, Limbs are but gods gifts Through the mind battle inside, Through the mud and rain Cigarrette smoking from my lips, as i pull out my blade Painted face, sneeking closer, closer, Then i got you I watch your eyes, they turn white, still, then lifeless All infront of my eyes, My hands stained red Wiping i touch my face, And there stays your blood on me forever Just the look in your eyes, What a surprise Look into my eyes, And know, now That I am the Knight The Knight of death and Endless tragedy
The End
© 2008 Douglas Bujak |
Stats
171 Views
Added on September 29, 2008 Last Updated on September 29, 2008 AuthorDouglas BujakBraham, MNAboutI'm douglas.. I like to write poems. My poems mean alot to me. Read and comment, please. more..Writing
|