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Caleb Princewill Poem
My heart was broken
Scattered fragments, evidence of our clash
Drops of blood flowing down my face
Alone, wounded, bashed, my feeling
Out of tune, broken harmony, shattered peace
Cold eyes, a soul without music
No melody, my ears can’t hear the music,
Picture imperfect, our dreams are broken,
But something still clamors for peace
Even as our swords clash
Our war continues, enmity cherished as a feeling
Weakness and tiredness now wrap my once cheerful face
Blood trailing down, but I keep a bold face
War cries the new soul music
Now an unknown solitude is my feeling
Some semblance with a soldier broken
Broken walls, monuments destroyed signatures of our clash
I’m a victim yearning for peace
Buried six feet was now the hope of peace
Focused was our gaze upon an expressionless face
The ground quaked as the titans clash
The trumpets ever rising, happiness in war music
New resolve formed even from a heart now broken
I hold onto the last strand of the love-like feeling
She says, ever strong and true to my feeling
Like a still flowing river, my thoughts are serenaded with peace
A tear from my eyes reminds me my heart is broken
But unbroken is the radiation of love glowing on my face,
Like a beautiful orchestra his words to my ears are music
We let down our sword, ending the clash
Love, the new feeling, sealed swords never to clash
New music filled with melody, rejuvenated peace
As smiles return to our faces, we mend our hearts broken
Sean-Kelz™
Copyright © Caleb Princewill | Year Posted 2021
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Caleb Princewill Poem
The thoughts come over and over again
The feeling of failure
The smiles are all silhouettes
The pain artistically allures my senses
I crave peace,
But even my cravings are illusions
I feel like i am carrying the weight of the world with my feeble arms, I'm no Atlas
These days happiness feels so expensive
My heart is Gothic without any enigmatic mystical powers
A sorcerer without power, a referee without whitsle, Every day i die all over again, a shadow of myself.
These days i wanna turn from the light, maybe give in to the urge and embrace the darkness, open the door to the demons I once tried to keep at bay. This time after the night, I would have been demoted from the present into the past. Maybe changing every 'is' to 'was' before my topic, isn't so bad after all. Life is Good but Death is Beautiful.
Sean Kelz
2018
Copyright © Caleb Princewill | Year Posted 2021
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