You can be beat down and desolate
with the ink, from quill, or pen
Crushed spirit, left to detonate
only to rise, again
A victim of violence
bruises and broken bones
Jaded by experience, but
refusing to be, a common drone
Burned to the heart and core
scattered are the ashes
That's just what your soul is for
drawing light, from secret caches
Iron wills and testaments
will only go so far
Maintaining some benevolence
the stricture, restraint
of just, who and why
you are
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 9:05 AM UTC
You can be beat down and desolate
with the ink, from quill, or pen
Crushed spirit, left to detonate
only to rise, again
A victim of violence
bruises and broken bones
Jaded by experience, but
refusing to be, a common drone
Burned to the heart and core
scattered are the ashes
That's just what your soul is for
drawing light, from secret caches
Iron wills and testaments
will only go so far
Maintaining some benevolence
the stricture, restraint
of just, who and why
you are
No one can make you stronger, but you.
:)
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