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My longest poem:
Life's Strength and Struggle
Part 1:
To what extent can we live
the strong and the weak
the loved ones and the
lovers of time who commence
their journeys, the walk
of commiseration where
against all odds, not one
shall fall, but only to gain
the strength of courage I do
not to any avail, but only
to follow my will and testament
a challenge I press against
all thoughts I have had and
fought for: to gain what I will
from the pressure I have
to be thrown into the well
that time has forgotten
in this changing world
of clay and mud, molding
the armies that fight all to be seen.
I bare down to face my
enemies that have come to
challenge my course of living,
A course I have taken
passing the gates I do adore.
The ones I have seen only before
the world turned dark
a dead planet it is to be
when life will be
not what it was,
never more.
Life's Strength and Struggle
Part 1:
To what extent can we live
the strong and the weak
the loved ones and the
lovers of time who commence
their journeys, the walk
of commiseration where
against all odds, not one
shall fall, but only to gain
the strength of courage I do
not to any avail, but only
to follow my will and testament
a challenge I press against
all thoughts I have had and
fought for: to gain what I will
from the pressure I have
to be thrown into the well
that time has forgotten
in this changing world
of clay and mud, molding
the armies that fight all to be seen.
I bare down to face my
enemies that have come to
challenge my course of living,
A course I have taken
passing the gates I do adore.
The ones I have seen only before
the world turned dark
a dead planet it is to be
when life will be
not what it was,
never more.