Cold hard lines
upon his face
made of hatred-n-maddness
from the inner battles lost within
a crooked smile constructed
of pain-n-sorrow
from the inner war's won
hands forever scared-n-stained
His body beaten-n-bruised
depleted of energy
from the many times
he's returned
to the deep dark
chaotic Pitts of hell
to save
the one's he loved
judged by most
acceptance of all
he will kneel
before God
a humble-n- righteous
Man
He is not just a Survivor
he is a Warrior
of God
Timothy Richard
12/12/22
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blueeyes18 (
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A fine write Blue.
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