John Ackerman

So Shall It Be - Poem by John Ackerman

So Shall It Be

So many reasons why things are such
Constant pains, the agony of defeat
Yet I pick myself up from the waste lands
Fighting harder and harder still

Each knock I take strengthens me to endure
At the same time I am weakened
Through reflection I cast away the nonsense
Ultimately the inferno is further fueled

Like salt in a wound, the burning never ceases
The wolves bite at my flesh
Piece by piece I am torn apart and spit out
No one feels the given hurt until it is received

I do not participate in such senseless games
For my soul is divine, I am above these tragedies
Will is my comfort, the will of greatness
To spite my critics so the flames expand

Reaching the destined height, eternal fire
So many reasons why things are such
So shall it be from dawn till dusk...

Topic(s) of this poem: hope, life and death, peace

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 26, 2017

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