Journey of life

i tried to show my everyday life , I suffer from extreme anxiety and depression , So everyday life is a struggle , and well what better analogy of a struggle than a war

Mysterious beings haunt every day life
The sonnet of my tears, the cries of strife
Once they hear,a joyous laughter they deal
and plans to celebrate the night they seal

The call their neighbors,family,and friends
to the city of our mind dread they lend
fears and horrors of various kindd
Together veins and arteries they wind

The kings of the city prepare for war
with rumbling rage comes the pawns of dread war
hundred swords, fifty canons and one will
in front of dread,in front of threat stand still

the foot of the many echo the skies
heavy heart beats echoes the minds of wise
The family of hope under the kings care
Saving the sanity the armies swear

A report to the king the spies sent
an estimation of threat its content
the king read its content in a grave tone
the number of fear and dread brightly shone

First came the fears a hundred in the back
knowledge of infecting they never lacked
Armed with shields and armor made from dark
Their every step inspired a new dread to spark

Then came nightmares , truly horrendous ones
bearing dreams of sorrows those fifty ones
a dream of sorrow and death all of them
killer of the nights maiden they were named

Thus was the army being lead by their god
In chariots of flames he was their lord
Commanding them with a violent voice
surrendering to him is not a choice

the king with a grim face mounted his steed
and went to his army who felt his need
in front of the enemy he stood brave
the pawns heard as he dignifiedly raved

Brothers and sisters hear my command fast
and with gods blessing may this not be my last
kept this kingdom afloat for many long days
with honor we shall fight and win this day

and as these great words of strength were spoken
the army charged with all fear forsaken
raging storms of dust chased their backs like fate
and with roaring rage they crashed with their hate

A shout in the left, A cry in the right
brave souls refusing to fall without fight
The brave at the left pierce the fear at heart
the fears of right rip the brave apart

Waves of commands crash in the hardened ears
and the ardent pawns surround the schools of fear
the fears of the right were slowly losing fight
and the aim to win the fight scarce sound slight

The storms of justice came with the rain
and the droughts of fear scream "this is in vain"
Hopes crops finally bloomed and blossomed rays
and all the hopeless fears screamed "Run Away!!!"

The fearful night ran away from the light
with the escape came the red rise of light
the king rose triumphant and the pawns cheered
the fears looked back from afar, looked and sneered

The war has ended, The king screamed at gods
The veins and the arteries no longer flawed
peace and tranquility came on the eyes
the people came back the cities again raised

anxiety, Depression escaped for time
the priests sang to their gods in blessed rhymes
the song echo in the inner canals
The song echoed and soothed the rationale

The sonnet of my tears , The cries of strife
The song comes to my ears and rest comes to life
The war has ended for one short sweet day
and i lie scared for the future war filled days

Author's Note

Please tell me , what did i do wrong , What did i do right ? What did you love ? what did you dislike ?

Reviews

[apennylate]

*Whistles*... What a ride... Your word choice, syllable count and use... Along with how you give breathe to the story... It is devastatingly, painstakingly emotional... Driven by a very talented inner voice... Deeply and beautifully penned...