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You were seeking a reward you found a sword.
Raising the sword you followed the board.
The board discovered an encamp spy.
Oh wait, it was all a lie, perfectly crafted to invoke your war cry.
The battles are over.
The dead are buried.
The winners look like losers.
The losers speak like winners.
So confused, you’ve forgotten all the rules.
Go on and continue singing your down-home blues.
About the Creator
EYHCS
Poet by birth. Writer by craft. Artist by nature. I write poems, prose, short stories, fiction, and realism works of art dissecting the human condition and the resilience of the human mind. Many of my pieces are metaphoric stanzas.
Comments (3)
You are on FIRE!!!!!!!. Never heard that song before. Keep burning those logs of motivation. This was so great. My heart is rekindling my motivation flames here. Go on with your bad self!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This was soooo deep! You always write such brilliant poems!
Great poem!