Grasping hold of this light
In throes of death
Must hold on
Must keep up this fight
for if I don't I will slip away
forever lost in night
The pain pours in
Blinding my sight
Can't breath but I must win
My chest is tight
Darkness starts creeping in
I push it away with all my might
Must not fall, must stand tall
I focus all of my anger and all my spite
Fear can be fought, I'll stay here
if I wish to get through this plight
eventually Death will make a mistake
no matter how slight
Grasping hold tighter the light
Death will have to grip
knuckles turning white
Thanks to Beast and Dragons2801 for their helpful suggestions
Sword in hand, fire in heart, I walk towards my future just playing my part.
The school of the undefeated East! The winds of the king! Zenshin! Keiretsu! Tempa! Kyoran! Look! The East is burning red!” (G Gundam)
Ride Fast, Live Free & Stay strong.
The finished work is always more beautiful than the some of its parts.
kingmustang (Apr 20, 2010)
this is a great poem tho. and the balance between the struggle of life and death gives it a deeper meaning than you might gather on your first read.
within the darkened realm of the mind, is endless shadows, wrenching pain, warming love, and burning desires.