the Fight (part one)

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    the Fight (part one)

    The sun doth shine but I see not
    lost in heart and in thought
    wanting more then pain and sorrow
    lost I search kindness borrow
    alone alone is what I feel
    dark and down cold as steel
    reach I grasp at what I yearn
    kicked and punched at every turn
    strong in stature big and tall
    heart is broken feel so small
    alone I am darkness takes
    empty now my heart so aches
    hold on me I can't break free
    all around I look I see
    who alone can loss these bonds
    wrapped around so tight and strong
    free at last to which I fight
    bite and claw towards the light
    the mask I ware to none it seems
    can see the fight inside of me
    so I fight alone courage past
    will not take will not last
    I alone will fight I must
    or will crush me into dust
    plea to gods are never there
    answer none seems not fare
    as I sit bound with chain
    struggle must my mind is sane
    break free break free I so ponder
    chains of hell grow ever stronger
    escape somehow but must I die
    cold and limp here I lye
    soft and shallow my heart beats slow
    death is coming black as coal
    I cry in pain I am dejected
    never again to be erected
    tears fall silent down my face
    seem to me I've lost the race

    by Ryan Packham

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    BadBadBear commented on the Fight (part one)

    09-14-2009

    A nicely written work .. creatively done. Can't hardly wait to read Part 2. Great write.

    smoothdame commented on the Fight (part one)

    09-14-2009

    Great job excellent poem! I just love this poem I like the way you didn't use and puncuation I think that is what drives the emotion home. Bravo

    Bwyn commented on the Fight (part one)

    04-05-2009

    Great symbolism. I could invision every word.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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