The wind around me swirls,
it screams against my ears,
It fills my lungs with a soothing scent
as I take on daily fears.
My smile is my battle cry,
as I invite the world to play,
And I've been reborn, to some I'm a threat,
because my gaze can wound and slay.
I'm a prince forged in steel,
my scars gleam like contrails in the sky.
This war will never be over,
at least I understand why.
My armour is broad, weapons sharp,
the elements at my command,
I battle my internal voices,
because my life is in my hand.
- Author: Niall (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 27th, 2017 14:48
- Comment from author about the poem: I opened up the site and this was written.
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 22
Comments1
Amazing write- well done
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