I gathered arrows
In the battlefield
Of broken Dreams
Poisoned tips
That once brought out
Voiceless screams.
Blackened hearts
That put forth
Salty streams.
The world
Empty and
Torn at the seams.
But still I stand,
Full of discouraged
It seems.
As I gathered arrows
In the battlefield
Of broken dreams.
This poem is dedicated to everyone who are battling their inner war.
We have different struggles within ourselves. Keep strong!
We will end this fight together.
God has a plan for you. Just trust him.
yes true only god know god bless