Demon’s whisper to me.
Up with your blade.
Take it to your flesh.
Back vile beasts!
You will not have me.
Not today, nor tomorrow.
For I am a warrior.
Built for this battle.
Their whispers grow.
They are desperate.
For I am gaining ground.
Getting past their trickery.
Rebuilding myself.
Stronger, and smarter.
You can make me crave,
but I will not submit.
You can make me hurt,
but I will not surrender.
Mental or physical.
The pain I can endure.
The voices quiet.
Shying from the light.
Fleeing my determination.
Their destruction is at hand.
Poetry
Comments are closed.
2 Likes
1468 Views
Share:
I can feel the passion coming through my computer screen. nice!
I felt this on a personal level
This is so amazing