Dead sores and bruised toes
Up and down the silent shores
Cuts deep, drilled by poisonous foes
In and out of dungeons and dangerous holes
Skeletal thin; hardly covered with skin
Shallow faced and hollowed cheeks up my chin
Been traveling in deserts violent and mean
Sad nights, weirdly pitch black and dim
Up, through and under misty mountains void of life
Stumbling and falling I walked on in the dearth of light
Now torn garments and a skeletal shadow braces my sight
Startling and bearing witness to the consequences of my fight
With bruised toes and sores thus I come
With deep cuts drilled by foes, I arrive home
Past misty mountains, through, up and above
I stoutly come home with love
So heart touching poem................ nice rhyming.........
This poem is written with such beauty and courage. Through your poem I sense a boldness to want to come out and from under a life of darkness and into a life of light and wonder. Love is the greatest of all feelings and it conquers hate. Yes come with love! Thank you and Amen.
This is an interesting write! Quite a different style than most poems I have read. However, I love how livid and alive this poem seems. It is fairly touching, and I love it! Cassandra Jasmine
I agree with all my friends who have commented. never to stop is life indeed.
enduring all the hardships of life you come home with love. excellent
What a journey of hardship and pain to survive it all with love still in your heart! Beautiful write!
Wonderful imagery, I could feel the desperation and what a beautiful ending. home. so sweet. great words used to paint a picture, is this a soldier's tale? it rings military strife...the return home. beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it.