Tragic Warrior

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


Responses

  1. cari104 Avatar
    cari104

    Very interesting. Ideas of pent up emotions and fighting oneself whilst others look on indifferently.

  2. Dearly Sweet (@DearSweetAru) Avatar
    Dearly Sweet (@DearSweetAru)

    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.

    1. The Solkotovic Avatar
      The Solkotovic

      Thank you I am glad you enjoyed it 😀

  3. A Fellow Tragic Warrior Avatar
    A Fellow Tragic Warrior

    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?

    1. The Solkotovic Avatar
      The Solkotovic

      Sure why not I would love to see that 🙂 what do you want to adapt ?

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