Andre King


The Longest Fight - Poem by Andre King

An eerie feeling of nostalgia
Flowing through me as I look at her
I look at her and once again
I feel the eerie feeling of nostalgia

Eyes heavy weight down by sorrow
head heavy weight down by pain
as I look at her once again
I feel the eerie feeling of nostalgia

The constantly changing impact
that destroys us all
into our weakest point
we break down to hell
but our spirits slowly lift us
but nonetheless I look at her again
and I feel the eerie feeling of nostalgia

Inside we awake
Outside we are destroyed
Our spirit lifts us
but our body holds us still
but nonetheless we fight and fight
until our body understands
and still I see and feel
the eerie feeling of nostalgia

Now I understand
that secrets are our darkness
and that those we hold dear
will lift our spirits as well
but now I don't feel
that eerie feeling of nostalgia

What took me so long to understand
will take her much less time
because the strongest light
is those we hold dear
I regret and I mourn
I ever felt
that eerie feeling of nostalgia


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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 16, 2013


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