I am a Fighter

This is my first attempt at poetry of my own, I was advised to channel my emotions in a productive way. This is what resulted

I am a fighter.

I am scared. I am wounded.

I have a Fortress, Court room, Barracks complete.

Shots are fired, arrows ablaze.

Burning down my walls till cobbles remain.

I am a prisoner.

I am a captive. Shackles skin deep.

Locks upon chains. Keys, what keys?

The jailer, a great mound of muscle held in the stronghold.

Corrupted, sour. My brain that is.

I am a fugitive.

I am running. Far away.

Take me to neverland, up up and away.

Throw me to the wonderland, tumbling here we go.

I awake to shackles, drowning in the salty below.

Limp as weed my body falls, dainty as petals, heavy as rocks.

I am a fighter.

Brave and strong.

I will live to sing my song.

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think.

Reviews

[Jack Kennedy]

I love the structure of this poem and the execution as well! Nicely done 8/10
Definitely keep writing! :)