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Lost Warrior
I feel cold inside, a trembling vibration.
I see the darkness creeping in beneath a moonless sky.
My world lies silent as a cold winter's night.
A hero without his sidekick,
A warrior stripped of honor.
A warrior stripped of honor.
How do you stand when there is no battle left to fight?
The rivers are running dry, the crops will soon die.
A man Reaps what he sows so I'm told.
Yet I search this barren earth for soemthing they call hope.
lost warrior
Hi 610 poet, you are surely not a lost warrior. you have fought many battles and have won the fight.
this makes you strong and defiant. you are just in a lull, but the fight will return. alone never, God is
by your side, guiding the way. Just listen to his still voice. the river will flood again, and the crops will
reap a healthy harvest. Just you wait and see. these little battles in life make us more determined to
win the race. keep on writing your lovely poetry. this is a God given gift. take care of it and use it.
heather
great simple poem
enjoyed reading it, and I feel your loneliness...
Thanks
Thansk for taking the time to read and comment.
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enjoyed this --- keep up the good work!
"A hero without his side kick, a warrior without his honor."
solid words from a solid author --- thank you
Thank you
Thank you my friend, it was something i just put together in 5 mins while at work lol.
going to fix it up later i think.
610