Wednesday, March 27, 2013

"War Torn" Written by Caleb Hendricks

War Torn

My heart is a battleground
Scorched earth scarred by years of violent altercations
Voices that surrounded me saying my dreams make me a liar
To the voices of my own that have me strafed by friendly fire
A burnt church where the altar has become a place of desecration
Gravestones marking hallowed ground

My mind is a maelstrom
The torrents of doubt that drown my shouts and deafen cries
A cyclone of insecurities leaving a flood of broken sureties
The rising tide of my own corruption and impurity
A deluge of desperation, stinging sleet that blinds my eyes
Leaving a scattered cerebellum

But my soul is a gladiator
A scarred warrior, a veteran of this life's hostilities
A violent fighter determined to persevere
Despite the weight upon my shoulders and the acid of my tears
I've built around me an armor of spiritual impenetrability
I've made myself a templar, a philosophical crusader

Written by Caleb Hendricks on 03-03-13

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