Battlefield’s dirty, decay and regret.
My body weakened, but my spirit strong.
Let fall the angry tears on dirt and sweat.
War paint dripping, ripping; my pain, my song.
Carry on, move along; dark are the days.
Enemy growls, sharp teeth, edges jagged.
Gnawing, biting; my fire still ablaze.
Gnawing and biting, but I’m not yet dead.
The battlefield’s dirty; decay, regret.
Gather my strength, there is fight in me still.
Deep breaths, clear thoughts, there is fight in me yet.
Bloody waters never to drown my will.
My chest out, head up, fists clenched, eyes steady.
I fear no pain, no death; I stand ready.
❤ Kristin Nicole @ KristinNicolePoetry.com
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