The never ending war rages on.
Racing down the steep hill on horseback is my sensibility,
With sharpened spear in a tightened grip and blazing fierceness in the eyes,
It charges with the desperate battle cry of, "for the love of God, let him go!"
On the other side of the valley,
My longing bolts forward to meet it,
Arrows at the ready,
With tears flying past as the distance closes in,
Screaming, "it's not like I haven't tried".
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Sometimes, the heart just chains itself up instead.
Sometimes, the slavery is self-inflicted.
Sometimes, all there is to do is feel it, all of it, and nothing else.
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From the Depths
PoetryA collection of original written word from the heart describing things felt or thought in real situations. I hope you enjoy the read - who knows what will come of it. #wattys2019
