Fighting Through Read Count : 25
Category : Poems
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A being lost in turmoil
Ones mind always has to soil
Attempts, always over boil.
The soldier with no weapons
With a soul set on his internal seasons
He becomes lost in his reasons.
He moves forward
To end up backward
Always with eyes looking downward.
A hunched over back
A weight internally packed
As his soul starts turning black.
He has made sense of his fight
An impatient kind of plight
Trying to overcome it with all his might.
With a heart that falls fast, it's outrageous
Most consider it a belligerence.
No second glances
He's growing accustom to the stances.