Kick-Push-Pull
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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