Jazzy Davies

Rookie - 0 Points (14/08/69 / Cardiff)

Battle Of Will (S)

Poem by Jazzy Davies

Nights misty tendrils searing the senses,
and the fragrance of change lifts the soul.
You sit in the starlight, brooding and pensive,
and I see you struggle with self control.
The turmoil within you battles,
indecision boils and rattles,
pain visible, fiery and raw,
confusion at the door.
I wish I could help soothe your angst,
but you journey alone, strong and proud,
and as the flowers turn their heads away,
I leave you now, to welcome the new day,
to fulfill your path, on your lonely road..
the man that walks by himself.

Comments about Battle Of Will (S) by Jazzy Davies

  • Jonathan Robin (7/29/2013 8:20:00 PM)

    Nights misty tendrils searing the senses, An apostrophe might help? Night's
    the man that walks by himself. perhaps the man who walks by himself?(Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 13, 2010