Fire in the hole,
it’s only time to wake up.
wandering through this world,
where no one wins the cup.
Silent in all my wavers.
as I choose the indigent one.
Muscles all flex in firmness,
for all the victories I have not won.
Glory to the chosen,
that was never really correct.
But hey I’ve been around for a while,
since when has it been perfect.
A contest entry
- Why Not? by Hebz.
395 points, ended August 24, 2008, 54 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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"since when has it been perfect"
& It will never be.
Very good piece!
Thnx for entering & Best of Luck
GloriousGift
Heba -
Not sure i grasped what this was about, the opening line suggests something to do with war or some kind of turmoil. That would relate to no winners in war in the first stanza then i feel it moves onto yourself, your own battles in realising none of us are indeed perfect. And yet we are all unique
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