He Is A Failure

poetboy5454

Time freezes

 

Locked in a stasis, runners position

 

Eyes aimed forward, every muscle tensed

 

Released like a spring as the hands begin their journey

 

Beaten bruised broken

 

Consuming fear to achieve adrenaline 

 

Trading hope for an endless sacrifice stolen from Time

 

Fallen, forgotten, faceless

 

Deep rage stirs lighting up the shadow, the remnants of the sun

 

Pen clenched, a key and map, write a path to victory

 

Voices slowly growing, whispers, shouts, screams, roars

 

Quaking the flaming soul and blazing heart

 

The hands begin the end

 

Writer, Runner, Believer

 

Possessed by something deep within, a fire

 

Born from the depths of loss, the tongue of silence

 

He is beaten bruised broken fallen forgotten faceless

He is a writer runner believer

He is a failure

He is the one who looks out in the darkness

He is the one who found what can only be seen within

He will rise

  • Author: poetboy5454 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 6th, 2017 18:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write with a positive end, HE WILL RISE.

    • poetboy5454

      I appreciate it Gold! Thanks!



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