Blissful Spit
in battle I am my own General,
a puffing cigar alone in my thoughts.
I contemplate my valley,my path,
in this complex strategy to living.
a cup of coffee at the right time
is as fulfilling as a nostalgic hymn.
March On!! my body and mind say to me,
though my scares have beaten the vulnerability
from my agonized soul.
I am a prizefighter who leads the world
in moral victories,no myth is to great,
for I'm a stain on the floor of a slaughter house.
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment