REFLECTION
The wind my armour, the sky my shade.
The sea my rock ,the soil my blade.
The fear my fuel,the sound my food.
The rythm, my step, steel my blood.
My breath the lions roar.
My eyes, the past's reflection.
My key to deaths black door.
My soul awaiting Gods correction.
My oath, my swear.
My smile through dispair.
My fist a handful of hate.
My heart beckoning its fate.
The vibration of the call.
To stand up high or fall.
The shadows whisper pity as the mirror says it all.
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Hmmm
Repenmter,
Are these the words of an angry sinner or of a confused man who's looking for some kind of redemption?
I may be wrong but in line 5 I believe you meants to lion's rather than loins...it would make much more sense.
Interesting read,
Pete
hehehe.....well
thanks for pointing out the silliest mistake on my part....now its my turn to correct you.....hehehe
well,im not a man....im actually a 21 year old mum and I was writing this poem while my daughter was sitting on my head.....thats my excuse for the sloppy writing..hehe
well done
very good poem, I think I understand exactly what do you mean repenter86.
mmmm very nice.
thanks ubuntu....
im glad u enjoyed the read, i think u do know what I mean ;)
nice job, repenter
I like the way you carry the poem through with a repeating word and rhythm scheme. It increases its power - the ending line is very important. I feel you are wrestling with feelings you don't necessarily like. We all have them. Keep up the good work!
joyce