Nine, almost ten.
Nine, almost ten. poem stories

chetsnutCommunity member
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Nine, almost ten. A poem.

Nine, almost ten.

by chetsnut

One day passed, I still felt that blast. The war I lost, my heart collapsed. The armor I wore couldn't save the core. My mind couldn't handle no more.

Three weeks by, couldn't say goodbye. This conquest strong, made me too high. A silent voice cried, told me to stop. But why should I give up on top?

One more year, and I still don’t hear a victory’s song to tell I’m clear. Why is it so hard to fight that guard who made my mind this scarred?

Nine, almost ten, will I breathe again? Can a hole from a knife be recovered, then? But the scars that I have, they will never leave. I'll just hide them with my sleeve.

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@bernardtwindwil Thank you very much, so happy you liked it! :)

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This was fantastic. It was so "beat" and the subject was the bluesy kind of theme. I loved it. Great post!!!