Blinded

Time has always been war for a fighter like me,

knuckles and heart battered and bruised.

Minutes become monstrous for the worn and weary,

so I burnt the way home protecting the ones I love.

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Lost in my cave I was crushed by a query;

am I but a shadow of something more?

My soldier’s stance bent by platonic irony,

I trudged deeper looking for who I was before.

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I craved the call of what might be,

adventure seemed two turns and a bottle away.

Glory was written in white and red lines,

Meaning always fleeting like waves in the sea.

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The multitudes of me fought to be I,

A reaper on my shoulder whispering lies.

In my charred mind, the devil planted this seed,

Against what does one rage with no light to see?

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At last breath, with a withered call,

I begged to be freed of this familiar fight.

Scarred hands outreached, always ready to fall,

It was then and there I was washed in light.

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My salty eyes burnt as I learned I exist,

casting my first shadow at the bottom of the pit.

Heavy chains of sorrow and fury became mist,

"My Queen". The only words I knew could fit.

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Taking your hand in mine I knew again warmth,

speaking my name I knew again song.

Seeing your smile I knew again beauty.

Kissing your lips I knew again love.

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As we raced out of allegory my soul was unraveled,

battle had traced its hard lines in who I am.

But you took me to iron and changed my tense,

standing beside you my truth was revealed.

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Of all the beauty in all the heavens of all the worlds,

Nothing comes close to shining so bright.

If I could pull down the sun and stars,

I would still be blinded only by you.