ARCHANGEL

We all have this battle at some point

  ARCHANGEL,

                Mercy in Darkness: Two steps from the pit of hell.

                Battle intense: standoff, who can tell?

                Floor waxed, slippery cell bottle drenched.

                Sixteen feet wounded, no defeat, buried in solitude

                with a formidable invisible foe, and needing to

                take the first flight to the fortress immediately.

                But valor never forgets to stand and fight.

                What a necessary commentary on the psychic

                In the chase; like disbelief, mass effect: fear

                Factory Reaction, the Face of Cloning

                Technology as science riddles expeditiously.

                Being convinced no one wants to live this way.

                Excruciating pain, drain until insane the lost

                will be in the gain: mental ghost, leaving earth

                faithless, in a slow pace inquisition:

                Awakening a heart of courage.

                The mind of a hero, in the counterattack;

                disaster, now discombobulated; unstoppable;

                in this state of fight for survival, while

                barricaded under unrelenting profound

                Assaults. To entice with bloody, gory vice,

                hideous barbarian; dragon of the age:

                From beginning to end.

                On the battlefield, cross swords:

                The conscience within heavy armor skin-deep

                Metal gear. Pierce at the tip of the spear.

                God of war failed in an internal battle.

                Point of interest.

                A legend of spikes twice from the enemies within.

                The heart of rage, Inception.

Author's Note

Learning how to win your battles.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

Battle no matter what they are, aren’t easy to overcome. It’s a moment by moment and day by day progress to rise up and continue the fight. It takes tremendous strength and courage to do it over and over again until the war is won and sometimes in life the war isn’t complete until we take our final breath and move onto the next plane. In my own beliefs that would be heaven.

[alexAlexander]

Thanks, Poetic Beauty, I agree. Practice may not make one perfect. But it damn sure makes one just a little bit better.

[zainul]

A mind blowing poem.Thanks for sharing such a precious piece.

[alexAlexander]

Thanks! Zainul, coming from you is a great compliment. Again Thank you..