The Warrior

Locking up everything you feel and pretending to be something you are not, it's nothing less than a war. A war waged on one self by oneself

The night wears on,
And the mask wears off.

On the naked war scarred face,
A quantum of solace.

For the day was the battle,
And pretendence his struggle.

The real he strives in the dark,
Vulnerably naked and stark.

Praying for the coming day,
For Strength to face what he may.

Reviews

[Akshita]

You're so right here. It's so hard to pretend to be what you are not. I really liked the poem. It's really artistic, your way of writing and expressing your feelings! : )

[Aash]

Thank you for the reviews :-)

[Mifa]

So, I read your two other poems and opted out of making a comment. I have a thing for paying attention to works that are often ignored in a kind of way. Like this poem of yours with a measly 6 views. So I read this poem three times over in a bid to come to terms with the underlying meaning that it connotes. Four reads more added to the initial three and I still don't get...how something can be so concise but yet so compact.

This poem to me tells of a warriors struggle except that this warrior isn't fighting with swords and knifes but a warrior of self. A warrior who fights daily with the throes of pretense and lies and deceit and pain and all the gory add-ons that the battle of life throws at him. My utmost fascination with this piece is how you were able to say so much by saying so little.

I enjoyed the way in which the piece has a start and a finish. It's a poem that is in itself a story of its own. The unconventional angle also gives it an added spark, as instead of a day beginning the story, the night serves as that beginning "The night wears on," and vice versa. It's simply incredible. Plus the beauty of poetry is that even mistakes are part of the art, as such you won't get any grammatical error pointers from me. All you'd get is a simple thumbs up that says, keep writing, the stars are your stepping stool.