Magic Soldier
Locked up like a criminal
A recluse
A lone straggler
I treat life as an auction. Yes, I’m a Haggler.
I am bankrupt inside
I am a magic man
See me thick skinned
Here is a broken man,,,
Strong enough to make his stand.
Hiding my broken heart with this stubborn pride.
Losing my family
Blamed for other’s financial and heart destruction..
Respect is a luxury
Life is a school. A learning institution
I hardly taste this Caviar
I try and out run my history.
I have traveled with my baggage quite far
A damaged good
Inside and out
Beaten, ***** and emotionally controlled
Another travel to the glamorous neighborhoods.
Those in which I see the inhabitance gawk and
Point in their polished homes.. shocked at this visitor and feeling
“April Fools” Tricked and trolled..
I rose up like the Joker
I’m the crazy man “who just sits there to pout.”
Giving up the future
Half way to an elderly ward
He gets through the thick scenes
In his strength.. spirts used in bouts..
Words cut a man to his bone..
Stitch my heart with sutures
“Make due and mend.”
I am brave and sane
Even though it hurts to see others as one
and I am all alone..
Even when I was stuck in a corner
Drugged in a mental ward.
I look out a window. Tears hitting the pane.
I became the spokesman for strength
Take my words, my hand, and Human value
I refuse to stay
I am far from what these images of my shell appear to you.
Alone without his plan and potential forefilled
Even the Pandemic couldn’t **** me
I manage a miracle and provide some skills
That set my pain free
Even on the wrong chemically induced life path
I dried up and learned
The right ways to be a friend
A rogue soldier
Strength like a tank’s armor..
Dreaming and fighting for the life
In which he has always yearned.
I shall never let myself end this life
Even though moments of hurt cut me like a knife..
without gaining what I deserve
After losing the battle
I’m winning the war
See him stand tall
A tall man matched with challenges
That never to his soul..do they rattle
Steady and viable
Due your worst
As I can fight and dance to this “rock and roll”
Now, see him smile..as his feeling heart
Through his chest..it Starts to burst.
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 1:50 AM UTC
Magic Soldier
Locked up like a criminal
A recluse
A lone straggler
I treat life as an auction. Yes, I’m a Haggler.
I am bankrupt inside
I am a magic man
See me thick skinned
Here is a broken man,,,
Strong enough to make his stand.
Hiding my broken heart with this stubborn pride.
Losing my family
Blamed for other’s financial and heart destruction..
Respect is a luxury
Life is a school. A learning institution
I hardly taste this Caviar
I try and out run my history.
I have traveled with my baggage quite far
A damaged good
Inside and out
Beaten, ***** and emotionally controlled
Another travel to the glamorous neighborhoods.
Those in which I see the inhabitance gawk and
Point in their polished homes.. shocked at this visitor and feeling
“April Fools” Tricked and trolled..
I rose up like the Joker
I’m the crazy man “who just sits there to pout.”
Giving up the future
Half way to an elderly ward
He gets through the thick scenes
In his strength.. spirts used in bouts..
Words cut a man to his bone..
Stitch my heart with sutures
“Make due and mend.”
I am brave and sane
Even though it hurts to see others as one
and I am all alone..
Even when I was stuck in a corner
Drugged in a mental ward.
I look out a window. Tears hitting the pane.
I became the spokesman for strength
Take my words, my hand, and Human value
I refuse to stay
I am far from what these images of my shell appear to you.
Alone without his plan and potential forefilled
Even the Pandemic couldn’t **** me
I manage a miracle and provide some skills
That set my pain free
Even on the wrong chemically induced life path
I dried up and learned
The right ways to be a friend
A rogue soldier
Strength like a tank’s armor..
Dreaming and fighting for the life
In which he has always yearned.
I shall never let myself end this life
Even though moments of hurt cut me like a knife..
without gaining what I deserve
After losing the battle
I’m winning the war
See him stand tall
A tall man matched with challenges
That never to his soul..do they rattle
Steady and viable
Due your worst
As I can fight and dance to this “rock and roll”
Now, see him smile..as his feeling heart
Through his chest..it Starts to burst.
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