StruggleA Poem by Broken WarriorWritten by spur of the moment. Just a reflection (yet again) on me.The words which once comforted, have left me to grieve the past. The heart which once embraced, has taken journey, forever lasts. From the depths of irrepairable depression, I climb with little hope, From panick, to fear, to worry to doubt, but my person, never shows. My stature deceives, as one who can endure. My speech, it conceals, what time will bring to shore. The conscience speaks to me, concerning that to do, Should I entertain the concept? Or disclose to a certain few? Peace has been my target, that elusive blessing of grace. Love has been my precept, but avoids with unparalleled pace. Poetry is my medium, through which my sufferings be made known, That others may learn from what these endless words have shown. Timidity, grace me again, as once you kept me safe. Preventing me from this suffering, hiding me from this place. Void of understanding, still I lurk to fix the torn, Reluctant in handeling this promise I have sworn. Made to be the culprit, the enemy of my fate, All spawning from a simple desire once had, to better what was great. Now left in peril, as my target has decided it time, To walk in its own direction, to simply 'leave love behind'. Gaining more knowledge, as the day strolls along, I can never be happy, if i repeat the same old song...
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Added on February 6, 2009AuthorBroken WarriorKingston, JamaicaAboutInherited the love for writing from a family of writing so I use it as a means of expression given the fact that verbal discussion of my issues or cases is not my strong suit. more..Writing
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