-The Obscure Battles-

About the journey of every souls that fight their own battles which is known by none.

Battles that they fight on their own,
Neither ever ending, nor ever shown;
The pretty faces hide behind the clown,
Are often adored or ever crowned.
Legends are those whose names we read,
Not the common, not the stampede,
But are we all common?
If someone could be so suspicious,
The theory would be different.
The saddest would be the hero,
The curelest, the vulnerable, the used;
So, common arent common anymore,
Loved arent loved anymore,
Secured arent secured anymore;
Slamming the doors of their hearts,
How indifferent and lost,
Demons yes they got demons inside of their hearts,
open eyed,
Still they observe more than you do;
They are seen everyday,
Yet unseen, feel invisible and gone grey ;
They are all the truth in the cruel world,
Once fell, now bold apart,
yes they reign over the new world,
In the battle that they fight on their own,
the journey that they set in ,
They are crowned here ,
even it may remain forevermore unknown.

Reviews

[Akki]

Sriparna, thanks for sending me a read request.
I really like your thoughts that you expressed through your poem.

Battles that they fight on their own,
.......
But are we all common?

Keep writing!

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard and honest words written.
"If someone could be so suspicious,
The theory would be different.
The saddest would be the hero,
The curelest, the vulnerable, the used;"
I liked the above lines. The world getting bolder and colder. Thank you Sriparna for sharing the powerful words and your thoughts.
Coyote