
Inspired by my past as bully victim. In conjunction with Break The Silence parade I've attended just this Sunday.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 201 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 07-16-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3042442
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Okay, I'm rushing for time now. But still I really want to up this one before rushing to work. Simply put, I've attended Break The Silence parade last Sunday and certain events in my past have inspired me to do this one. Emjoy. And yes, I still suck at poetry. T_T
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Piercing words and rivers of blood was my childhood yoke
Knuckles and belly railed by knavery bared
Taunts without worth exiled me forth
A path of failure and a flickering flame
Fortitude unrivaled despising senseless games
Unknown to loss, yet known to life
Upon the hill I swore my oath
Decade passed and a blaring horn
Cowardice the prey of baying hounds
Despair a rune carved upon the spear of storms
Bow of strength strung by laments heard
Hails of arrow sundered a craven fort
Under the lunar skies I wed a maid
Her hand worth a million crowns
Cared not her riches yet loved my lack
A beauty far beyond the mortal black
As I draw my last I know my life
Valour a debt claimed by none
Testimony proven beyond doubt
Let my soul mock the truly poor
For Eden itself is our rest
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