The Struggle

The Struggle

A Poem by i.dont.know.what.to.put

He struck like lighting;

Sudden and hard.

Even then, he was my sacred writing.

Then it became obvious; I was scarred.


Searching, I found my bitter serenity.

Unknowingly I became a prisoner of my own mind

And I lost the key; now it’s a necessity.

There are no tears for the ones left behind,

Because there’s simply nothing left of me.


He picked me off the floor,

I told him I was fine.

He lifted me, lifted me higher than ever before.

Then I could see; he was the divine.

My forever more.

© 2016 i.dont.know.what.to.put


Author's Note

i.dont.know.what.to.put
Please give feedback! I want to become better at writing, healthy criticism is appreciated.

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Wow. Amazing! I really like it.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Define define. Very nice.

Posted 8 Years Ago


That was a very good poem. I didn't spot any mistakes. Great job. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is an amazing poem,
It has so much detail and I think it’s very inspirational.
I can tell it’s from the heart.
My favorite part was, “Even then, he was my sacred writing. Then it became obvious; I was scarred.”
Keep up the amazing writing because you have talent!
Sincerely,
C. Lee Battaglia


Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on March 23, 2016
Last Updated on March 23, 2016
Tags: life, drugs, abuse, god, religion, recovery

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