The Struggle

He struck like lighting;

Sudden and hard.

Even then, he was my sacred writing.

Then it became obvious; I was scarred.

Searching, I found my bitter serenity.

Unknowingly I became a prisoner of my own mind

And I lost the key; now it’s a necessity.

There are no tears for the ones left behind,

Because there’s simply nothing left of me.

He picked me off the floor,

I told him I was fine.

He lifted me, lifted me higher than ever before.

Then I could see; he was the divine.

My forever more.

Author's Note

Please give feedback! I want to become better at writing, healthy criticism is appreciated.

Reviews

[PhoenixSongWriter]

Wow. Amazing! I really like it.

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Define define. Very nice.

[Tsubaki Kuro]

That was a very good poem. I didn't spot any mistakes. Great job. :)

[C. Lee Battaglia]

This is an amazing poem,
It has so much detail and I think it’s very inspirational.
I can tell it’s from the heart.
My favorite part was, “Even then, he was my sacred writing. Then it became obvious; I was scarred.”
Keep up the amazing writing because you have talent!
Sincerely,
C. Lee Battaglia