I am made of indestructible skin.
My heart carries the armor.
My words win tactile warfare.
My words cut sharp marks underneath your skin.
It stings from the rang of truth.
I spoke my truth.
What's your truth?
Cannonballs of fire.
Shouts of declarations.
Swords clinking in silence.
Cries of despair.
The slamming of doors.
The silence after.
The fear of after.
The sleep to come later.
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Author:
Destiny\'s Perspective (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 18th, 2022 16:01
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
So true,we do wage war within ourselves, about self image and wrong or right,we abuse our bodies intentionally for some, unintentionally for others we don't realize that we only have one shot at life, one chance to do things right one body to preserve as long as we can, this poem really makes a person think,
I never thought have my poem having that meaning too! I like it! When I wrote it I was writing about two people in a toxic relationship having a argument. I love your perspective too! I normally don't like to tell anyone what the meaning I had was because I feel like it takes away from the art. I want everyone to find their own meaning to it. I am only telling you because I appreciate the brilliance of your perspective.
Thank you so much destiny, I really appreciate that
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