Surrender Not To Them Poem by Tony Adah

Twinge twinkle in your head
Your poker face maintained
Pain is what you feel bogged down
By wounds physical or mental made,
Surrender to them
And make your enemies smile and
Think that you are gone
They gloat at your deep moans
And think that your world is no more
Your poker face maintained
And be a griffon that barks and bite
With its beak but in passionate
Smiles that feel like all is well
Be ready at all times
For pain is fickle but near.