Battling the war zone,
mind verses soul.
Ease is ceased,
captured by reality’s hold.
Struggles buried beneath
own wisdom.
Peace is deceased,
within our heart’s prison.
We seek for answers,
wherever we can.
Achieve is to deceive,
accomplishing without reprimand.
Conquering war zone.
Alone!
Leave then receive,
Medal of Insanity.
Author notes
Your prompt! A snippet from one of my pieces that I rather like. Take it where you will
"inner peace invaded
with the fierceness
of Mongol tribes
burying feudal thoughts
beneath temples
of self-awareness;"
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Ah an interesting an potent metaphor you have crafted here. Insanity as the final medal for all of the struggle endured--a daunting though.
Nice piece. Good luck in the contest. -
Wonderful take on the prompt.
hugs, Bunny
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I loved the last line (and the title). This poem flowed very well with interesting word choice and rhymes. Good luck in this contest. Peace, Liz
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a beautiful write mum which holds alot of truth within it
it was deep and powerfully written
well done and best of luck
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good job on this one,good luck in the contest,MM
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Nicely written sweetheart, we battle ourselves and our thoughts constantly. Good thing we have God on our side.. Love You...Scott
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well done sis xxx best wishes xx
Struggles buried beneath
own wisdom.
Peace is deceased,
within our heart’s prison.
the above lines hit most in my heart with tears good luck xx
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Your prompt! A snippet from one of my pieces that I rather like. Take it where you will
"inner peace invaded
with the fierceness
of Mongol tribes
burying feudal thoughts
beneath temples
of self-awareness;"
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