tersSome people fight,
Some people struggle,
Some people don't.
One way to fight for,
One way to the smile,
More ways to walk through,
more ways to do.
Some people just walk,
don't have a goal.
And so they can change ways,
and go around the undefeatable.
Some people want to fight,
the one way in mind
don't want to make way
no matter what others may say
The undefeatable
is on their way
ever there
there to stay
And they fight
their battle of faith
in rooths of believes
they fight for inner relief
And in fighting to make way
the path splits
it goes around
to stop the fight
to accept the impossible
Some go around
accept that their way will not be
that something of them
the sun, will never see
Others can't,
cause they fight for that part of them
That has to be
cause without the core, the sun, they will never see.
And some decide to fight on
their lifes go by
fighting
to be
In the end they weren't
And some see
that's it's useless to try
and if they can't be,
why fight when time passes by?
Just let it end here.
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Great poem, as always. It has the definite feel of a marching song, the kind that warriors sing while marching into battle. I've liked your other poems better, but this one is still good; it has rhythm and is very much a song of war. A war of emotion, struggling simply for survival, maybe. The last line is very final and has an ominous tone to it, almost like you know something the rest of us don't. Wonderful work, and keep fighting. Nothing's over until we give up.
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