You forget all your pain
And bask in a moment of fame,
The thrill of rush is such,
There is no one to judge.
The pounding of words in your head,
Hopelessness they shed,
They give you power to run,
The battle currently won.
The sun fire ever so bright,
But encourages you to fight.
It thinks it has you,
But burning heart anew!
Before your legs turn into sludge,
You trudge, and you trudge, and you trudge.
And this is when you realised,
The war was just idealised.
The emotions of the past
Have finally left at last,
Good only for the pounding
The pounding of words in your head.
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Struggler (Pseudonym) (
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'Before your legs turn into sludge,
You trudge, and you trudge, and you trudge.
And this is when you realised,
The war was just idealised.
The emotions of the past
Have finally left at last,'..
insightful, a write of immense empathy
wording anguish in such a succinct and accessible way
takes a lot of practise and skill..
thanks for sharing such an emotive read, dear poet
Your interpretation is spot on. Thank you for your response.
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