The Arena
The blood, it drips from my fist
Knuckles raw from constant conflict
My face splattered pink and red
From walking through the crimson mist
Fighting everything from gladiators to lions
Will torn to shreds from continuous trying
I will never give up my life
But if I said I hadn't thought about it I would be lying
Seems like every possible enemy
Is entered into the arena with me
My faithful weapon still in my hand
Because the opposition rings with infinity
Round after round the crowd cheers for more
My wrists are sprained and my ligaments tore
I can't seem to stay on my feet
Blood in my eyes from all the gore
I know there is not a way to survive
A restless warrior in the arena of life
Doesn't mean I have to lay down and take it
I will fight this battle until I die
I will battle on like the ones who fell before
I will fight what's next when the crowd wants more
I will die, But not today!
I've only just begun this war
LukeCoomer ©
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Hey LUKE!!....it seems like a LONG time since I read you last....my bad.....been busy recording music...my apologies.....anyway, this is outstanding work.....great continuity of intent throughout.....the images created by your mighty pen are stunningly powerful and gore-filled.......your stellar word choices adding quality of impact to your phrasing......in my humble opinion.....your poetry has skyrocketed since the first day you arrived on Cosmo!!.....this poem is absolutely 'Transporting' in its ability to move the readers mind's eye into your intended "ARENA"......fantastic craftsmanship brother poet!!.....you have a gift that is inspiring and a pleasure to appreciate!!.....smokin' grooves!!.....PINNED!!......the BEST poem I have ever read from you.....again, my apologies for not having read more of them!!......be well brother!!......your cyber-friend and admirer!!......T xo ?☀✴✳?♥
Tony
there you are! lol I get better every day and I'm gonna keep doing so! I appreciate your kind words always and I'd love to hear your music let me know when I can get ahold of some. If you do end up going through my catalog you will be surprised I'm sure Cherie could point out some of my best as she almost reads everything I post. Thanks again and I hope to continue to surprise you sir
-luke-
Cherie
thank you so much... I know people get there own things from poetry but I didn't mean this literal I was using it as a metaphor for life, my life and my battles
I love your compliment it's even better when I realize it can be seen realistically
luke