Stung by constant discouragement
Consumed by utter resentment
Magnified are my noble failures
By those self - nominated stellars
Impregnated is my mind with pessimism
Preyed I am by stoicism
Slave to bursts of jealousy
Made susceptible to my fallacy
My insides cry of injustice done
From these cowards would I not run
My self esteem singed
From the mental torture I cringe
No more this trauma, would I swallow
Which has left me so hollow
I burn this cruelty on pyre
Allow the hurt with the smoke, disappear
Shadows of doubts now devoured
I break free from that invisible cord
I am the warrior, I am the sword!!
7 comments:
Loved the wat you ended it! Nice one! :D
Wow. So so touching and fluent. Loved it :)
Woah..!! the last line says it all!!
From one hundread victims,
One warrior will rise!
Go for it Sheena!
One word - Brilliant!!! I am truly impressed by this one!!! You continue to amaze me. Unusual theme, strong and assertive tone in writing this one aka brilliant!!!
Very well-written!!! You've stayed focused and immersed into the theme whilst writing. I can easily tell so. I know it is hard and thus deserves admiration. Keep it up!!! Keep writing!!!
@ Ms. R, HKB & Rohan,
Thanks a ton..
@ Brosreview,
Thanks buddy, for these words or praise, means a lot.. :)
i cant say more than brosreview! :)
brilliant!
@ Leo,
Thanks buddy
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