The Battler

THE BATTLER Looking at life as a twisted road, with unknown holes waiting to explode, and driving with pride, is a lonely ride. Stress attacks like swarms of burning bees, nerves of fireballs between pinball trees, and no money to buy,not even a tear to cry A battler bleeds from desperate needs, with spiritual scars, a soldier of hope, and tattooed memories surviving to cope. Time in front, visions of a future in fear, followed by the past, throwing knives from the rear. Good battling bad, behind life's battle shield. Life upon this road is an endless battle field. Reality seems surrounded by empty senselessness. The battlers blood flow is belief, trickling through a skin of grief. A hero, with will to share and care, stay brave, battler, stay brave, You will find glory, in this Battler's story.