The thousand deaths a coward dies
When lows double halving the highs
Would cut down any man to size
Barbed wire rips the skies
The heavy cross we all must bear
Becomes the truth as we prepare
To cut all ties of those who care
Barbed wire rips the skies
The targets we try hard to hit
Keep moving in this endless pit
Another candle bought and lit
Barbed wire rips the skies
The falling snow no longer cold
Heat from the sun can't find a hold
All feeling fades emotions fold
Barbed wire rips the skies
A bright light screams out come this way
Heartbreaking terror's had it's day
Your talents should be on display
Scarred fire purifies
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Very clever wording and a lovely meter with rhyme scheme that intrigues and the predictability of the final line broken in the end with a twist I was expecting sacred fire that purifies but no another surprise. A fave
Soren
I can't thank you enough for continued support and encouragement
Extremely grateful for your time
My pleasure
A very nicely crafted write, some wonderful lines and a twist at the end, enjoyed today's read
A gent with another inspiring comment
Many thanks
You are very welcome
The trials and tribulations of life take their toll, "barbed wire rips the skies", repeated to great effect. In the end you bear the scars, as evidence that you have lived this life, and done the best you could "your talents should be on display" and so, purified. I love the message, and I love your talent.
Thank you Bella
One of the most humbling things anyone has said to me
Not just on here but in life
I truly appreciate you
Thank you x
Thank you my friend, it is so good to share!
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