Poem -

Battle Cry !

Battle Cry !

"Due to recent health concerns I wrote this about the effects such matters

have on body & mind and the importance of remaining positive."

                                 ..............

Trapped in an oubliette, thoughts festering,

With head in hands, veiled spectres haunt my brain,

The tides of hope ebb from my inner being,

Receding slowly try my strength to drain.

Down deepest soul I dredge through dismal silt,

Where mixed emotions settled over years,

Tormented by regrets I search for guilt,

Preserved there by the salt of un-cried tears.

On hopeful needles of cure I fall impaled,

The trace of wretching vomit off my breath,

Demented by a health that sadly failed,

A walking wounded curse as bleak as death.

These burdens I must clutch in laiden arms,

And fling them to a roaring mountain gale,

Should mother nature coax me with her charms,

To mend this ailing mind she must not fail.

I crawl this battlefield defenses down,

With her kind help some tranquil peace I'll find,

She in this sodden trench won't let me drown,

Within this warzone that's my tortured mind.

In stagnant pools of blood I see red clouds,

This wounded heart will not escape unharmed,

Alone I turn to face the enemy crowds,

If tears be weapons then I am well armed.

And yet I know this war I can survive,

Despite the fallen, laid in rotten stench,

These seeping wounds must not my hope deprive,

To rise and fight this soldier will not blench.

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Wendy Wass

Hi Mizzy powerful poem of physical and mental pain. Excellent x Hope your health is much better now:)

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Mizzy ......

I appreciate your kindness Wendy......Thank you.

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Larry Ran

My Dear Brother Poet Mizzy,

.

You have me down but never out

I will fight you without blinch

For more than these life threatening wounds

I smell your putrid stench

.

You try to steal my soul from me

But I'll fight you tooth and nail

This demise you seek will never be

No matter how hard you me assail

.

So put your dukes up you monstrous cur

I'll KO you in the first round

As my fans all cheer and on me spur

To defeat you very sound

.

Peace and Love,

Larry xxx

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Mizzy ......

Many thanks Larry for taking the time for a moving poetic reply.

Much Appreciated !

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Lorna

Hi Mick, just seen this one, sorry you have been suffering from poor health of late, I have to say though a fantastic piece of poetry has came out of it ?

I hope you're over the worst of it and feel better soon 

Lorna

xXx

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