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Spirit of a Warrior
I wrote this 4 years ago in middle school and recently ran across it again. It was one of the last poems I wrote before I set aside my pen. I have had it rolling around in my head lately and just want to put it down. If you have some helpful critique or an opinion I would be eager to hear it.
I assert this is an original composition. I hold all rights to the poem below and all future edits I may make to it. And copying of or claiming of this poem as your own will be legally persecuted as I have had all my work copyrighted. Spirit of a Warrior Why oh forsaken world do you treat me this way My life lays in ruin, ashes left after fray My hands lay bloodied for all I have done The reaper of souls for I have none Why oh memory do you treat me this way Bringing up days long washed away Your unyielding fingers rake me with pain Taking away the sanity gained But I blame not you, I blame not anyone It is I who fights on to leave ruin in my wake I who destroys without building up I who is a failure in every way I look in to a neighbors eye with nothing good to say Spilling words of acid to mar and take away I have spirit, the spirit of a warrior Fighting on without the knowledge of how to back away |
I enjoy that type of poetry. I myself have set the pen aside, but I have written poems in the past. This one is a new style for my eyes to come across, as most find modern the best. Love the poem and hope you get inspiration to write some more.
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I let myself do a type of structured freestyle.
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I found myself happily surprised by this poem, I am usually not one for any type of poetry but this particular poem actually inspired me just a bit. |
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