Thread: Poem #2

Heart

My Armor is pierced,
in the midst of the greatest battle I will ever fight,
my adversaries are launching a fall scale attack,
they are trying their greatest to knock me to the concrete.
I am wounded, but my wounds will heal,
I am drenched in blood,
my lips are chapped,cut, bloodied
my chest is slashed,
my abdominal contains multiple stab wounds,
my legs are bruised, but still will I fight.
My skull is partially cracked, but my mind is intact.
My eyes are squinting.
I am slightly dizzy, I feel weak.
My sword continues to execute my enemies.
I am a man with many wounds, my armor is damaged.
My heart is still beating.
My heart presses me on.
My heart leads me to victory.
My heart conquers pain.
I feel victory is close,
I can taste it in the air,
I can smell it despite the foul stench of my adversaries,
despite the smell of their envy.
I can smell it, it's close.
Triumph is on the horizon.