Todays poem

[chris1726354]

Bravo.

[calleharnemark]

Bravo.

Well thank you. Teehee.

[neoexdeath]

Bravo.

Well thank you. Teehee.

You are very good, but... *jellynes heart attack*

[calleharnemark]

Sometimes you go through a lot of pain.
You can feel it hurt.
It can drive you insane.
You suddenly feel alert.

Then you might not be able to move.
The pain goes through every on each foot.
Don't try it, you have nothing to prove.
You just wanna find the problems root.

[calleharnemark]

I feel like I am in a mine.
So much to explore.
The explorers walks carefully in line.
So much interesting to look for.

What treasures could hide unde rocks?
Good I brough a pickaxe.
What will be behind those blocks?
If anything happnes we cover each others backs.

[calleharnemark]

Each month I feel this pain.
I feel like I am in a bad mood.
It really drives me insane.
I will try to be good.

Some of you will never feel this.
You have nothing to deny.
It gets easier when friends see what it is.
You feel weak and need some on which you can rely.

[calleharnemark]

Today in chat we had a stranger.
He pretended to be a friend.
Giving him access could mean danger.
He kept on until the end.

Who was this guy?
What if it was true?
Did he really lie?
Now I know we could been wrong too.

[calleharnemark]

Are you scared of the dark?
Why fear the protective night?
Would you be calm if you heard dogs bark?
Would you be prepared to fight?

Why don't you trust the night?
You know when all around you is black.
Don't be afraid just because your enemy is out of sight.
In the night the darkness makes you vulnerable for an attack.

[calleharnemark]

Are you ready to take a shot?
Are you willing to go into the fight?
Will you fight or not?
Until this war end you battle every day and night.

This is not your war.
This is just a brawl without meaning.
The enemies nor you never gets far.
At least if you look at soldiers that's how it's seeming.

[calleharnemark]

I was caught in a dream.
Full of snow so white.
Nothing is what it could seem.
Nobody there was polite.

Then a being come down from the blue.
He came from stormy skies.
He showed me what in the dream was false and true.
Maybe dreams is not always lies.