Poetry thread

Words fall onto the page, futuristic parchment.

I’m living in an age, of digital advancement.

Tell myself to stay warm, be out of the cold.

I am in strong form, time to be bold.

It’s the weekend, relax, enjoy the day.

Sit, eat, learn facts, there’s more to say.

Not staying in the same place, change has always been hard.

Wearing a different face, it has not got me far.

there is a mountain to climb, keep yourself strong.

there’s more out there to find, the journey is long.

the day feels shorter, the nights longer.

I’m not spending a quarter, when I can’t afford water.

there’s nothing to be, only yourself.

it’s what matters to me, building self-wealth.

strength is not born in a physical state.

of this fact I’m not torn, but I still carry the weight.

I feel like a burden, every day is a struggle.

I can’t get a word in, no sunshine, only puddles.

Why can’t I sleep? The dreams are too scary.

Death has to reap, he has another query.

He stands there in black, wielding his scythe.

The Lord is watching my back, he’s giving me might.

it’s a continuous wave, of the good and the bad.

A cut in the nave, I’m bleeding a tad.

it drips out first, then it starts to leak.

my home resides in a hearse, I’m feeling quite bleak.

I stand on my feet, and I stop the next attack.

i won’t let this repeat, I raise my fist and strike hard back.

I feel my faith, shining through my skin.

I once again feel safe, evil will not take this win.

Words fall onto the page, futuristic parchment.

I’m living in an age, of digital advancement.

Tell myself to stay warm, be out of the cold.

I am in strong form, time to be bold.

It’s the weekend, relax, enjoy the day.

Sit, eat, learn facts, there’s more to say.

Not staying in the same place, change has always been hard.

Wearing a different face, it has not got me far.

there is a mountain to climb, keep yourself strong.

there’s more out there to find, the journey is long.

the day feels shorter, the nights longer.

I’m not spending a quarter, when I can’t afford water.

there’s nothing to be, only yourself.

it’s what matters to me, building self-wealth.

strength is not born in a physical state.

of this fact I’m not torn, but I still carry the weight.

I feel like a burden, every day is a struggle.

I can’t get a word in, no sunshine, only puddles.

Why can’t I sleep? The dreams are too scary.

Death has to reap, he has another query.

He stands there in black, wielding his scythe.

The Lord is watching my back, he’s giving me might.

it’s a continuous wave, of the good and the bad.

A cut in the nave, I’m bleeding a tad.

it drips out first, then it starts to leak.

my home resides in a hearse, I’m feeling quite bleak.

I stand on my feet, and I stop the next attack.

i won’t let this repeat, I raise my fist and strike hard back.

I feel my faith, shining through my skin.

I once again feel safe, evil will not take this win.