#fightingalone
The wind howls loud against the stone,
A lighthouse keeper, standing alone.
The storm rages wild, fierce, and strong,
But in this quiet, I must belong.
The book in my hands is my only friend,
Pages worn thin, but I pretend
That in its words, I’m not alone,
That in its lines, I’ve found my home.
Outside the waves crash and pound,
The world is chaos, spinning around.
But here I stand, amidst the gale,
Holding fast, where others might fail.
The light I guide cuts through the dark,
A beacon of hope, a single spark.
Yet, deep within, I long to flee,
To find peace beyond this storm-swept sea.
But duty calls, and I must stay,
A keeper of light, come what may.
The storm outside will pass, I know,
But in my heart, the winds still blow.
So I read, I wait, I fight alone,
While the storm outside claims its throne.
For the light I guard, though heavy the cost,
I’ll stand alone, no matter the loss.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC
The shadows started by forming a shape of death dressed up in fear
Millions of people startled out in fear as soon as the distance shadows was in clear.
A new nation fled to his knees by the giant hand of an evil dictator
People learn to take what they want by force even if u call them a dictator.
Children sperated from their mum's embrace tear drops litter the floor
Blood act as sweat as the whip against the flesh makes a mere man cling to the floor.
The distance shadows represents the unforgiving people who prey on the weak
The believer look up to the sky hoping for his grace to protect the distance shadows from the weak.
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 11:37 PM UTC