Michael Fischer

Rookie (March 30,1987 / Buffalo, New York)

Gauntlet Of Life - Poem by Michael Fischer

I run through the gauntlet of life,
stripped of my suit of armor.
I’m exposed to each wrenching blow,
but given no badge of honor.

My mind is a purgatory,
condemning me for eternity.
Society’s broken me down
and promised me only lies.

Past regrets have poisoned me,
kindred to Napoleon.
And in my age of anxiety,
everything I do feels like a sin.

But I adhere to my hope.
Even when the bad grows worse,
I seek my remedy
in the form of a heroic verse.


Comments about Gauntlet Of Life by Michael Fischer

  • (4/27/2007 6:51:00 PM)

    You are so brazen- as befits such an ingenious writer.
    Go for it, is all I can tell you; keep on writing:
    We're all ears (or eyes) ! !
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  • Jeanette Krantz (4/20/2007 5:43:00 PM)

    wow. this one is intense. i love it =^-_-^= (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 5, 2011


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