The Struggle

Another poem I just jotted down. Hope you like it.

The Struggle

By AJ Dru

 

Desperate to keep my head on level,

I struggle with a source inside my soul.

Self-righteous and resentful rebel,

a head for a heart and the heart is a hole.

 

Seeping from my veins in sick salvation,

Sweating all the pain out in a rage.

Unable and unwilling to ignore this sweet sensation,

I play this tragedy out, this world is my stage.

 

Broken are the promises left unspoken,

Never to utter the words that I don't mean.

Disturbed by the thoughts my mind soaks in;

Filthy fodder, this fuel for the fiend.

 

Breathless and buckled down

Beneath the night's cool calm,

The music mocks this tiny quiet town,

Sleeping as still as the pulse behind my palm.

Author's Note

All criticism welcome.

Reviews

[Lavery the Librettist]

Very emotive. Well done :)

[A.j. Dru]

Thank you so much for reading. I'm glad you liked it.

[Lavery the Librettist]

Have a read at some of mine.im new on here so sum feedback wud b appreciated :)

[A.j. Dru]

Will do. Always happy to read and respond.