Battle.pt1


Battle.pt1

Walking through the whispering darkness
that discourages me and talks to me sweetly
to go onto another path that isn't mine.

My heart aches at every word
that is mentioned and my head hurts
at everything that i see.

My own flesh tries to tie me down
to the rebellious levels of this earth
so that i may for one moment forget
The Love that God has for me.

This spiritual battle for my heart
puts all the energy on my lungs
that breaths in its' toxic waste.

Surrounded by nothing but empty souls,
that gives empty love, that tells empty promises.

To have tensions and stresses
that drives everything happy
but the person it happens to.

Yet i still look in the mirror
at the the beautiful girl
that stares back determined
to reach the arms of light
that stretch out and call my name.

Though at this moment
all i see is fog coming my way,
surrounding my world,
with just enough faith to continue.

I still hug myself
and whisper everything
will be alright,
no matter how many tears
pour out of my eyes
on a floor of pain.

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