The gentle wind blows away the blood of my face
A battle that never ends , tears that never dry
Gently walking over the field of stained flowers
Looking up to the sky, even the sky cries
Even the blue and sunny sky is in pain
And it rains, oh god it rains down on me
Washing away the last drop of blood off me
I can hear the wolfs sing, they howl
The craws fly above me and they watch
They watch me closely
As if I am the enemy, as if I am the only one
That brought that upon them
The fallen, the alive and the wounded
They all stare at me
Because I am my own tragedy
Tragic Warrior
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Very interesting. Ideas of pent up emotions and fighting oneself whilst others look on indifferently.
This is a good poem. I like these lines:
The craws fly above me and they watch
They watch me closely
As if I am the enemy, as if I am the only one
It gives the feeling of isolation, that all this tragedy is simply apart of you.
Thank you I am glad you enjoyed it 😀
The Solkotovic! I found your website a few days ago, and I have to say that I am a huge fan! I am a comic artist, and I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind me adapting this into comic form?
Sure why not I would love to see that 🙂 what do you want to adapt ?