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.