survival

i am a warrior, alive, bruised, mutilated.

my swords are my teeth, and i  h u n g e r

for the violence, the pain,

the nectar of a storm

i am a warrior 

i rage before you

Reviews

[Anita Frader]

Your second line really shapes the poem and heightens the intensity.
Well done.

[Arundass TP]

The great warriors never dies. Excellent poem 👍