Is It Me
with open mind and hardened heart
im trekking thru this plane
when enemies cant play their part
it leaves much to explain
is somthing truely hovering
that gives me such a glow?
opponents surely shuddering
at something.. i dont know
is it the fact that i prepared
my head for future trials?
or is it the torch that i bared
that gives me such a guile
i think that its my diety
that makes things fall apart
with weapons rasing against me
my praying surely starts
Copyright © Jeremy Henderson | Year Posted 2011
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