There's a fire in my heart and
it builds behind my face until
there's nothing left to do
but cry.
Memories rust & tarnish as years
escape through my empty hands.
In the midst of death, life persists.
I am not a warrior. I am not a jester.
I am nothing more than flesh and bone.
I am my father's son, my brother's brother,
and I pray that in the midst of darkness,
light persists.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC
There's a fire in my heart and
it builds behind my face until
there's nothing left to do
but cry.
Memories rust & tarnish as years
escape through my empty hands.
In the midst of death, life persists.
I am not a warrior. I am not a jester.
I am nothing more than flesh and bone.
I am my father's son, my brother's brother,
and I pray that in the midst of darkness,
light persists.
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