This is my first poem that I ever wrote when I was little. I was going through a lot at this time and it still sticks wit me through all the problems that I have. Hopefully you will like it.


Breathless
by Will Taylor

As I look into the mirror and see what once was me, I Breath...
for this stranger can not seem to set himself loose or free, I see...
the strain in his eyes of pain from emotions tied, Helpless...
Because his tribulations strangle his will to fight, Breathless...
It seems as puddles of blood rests itself on his trials and fears
For the reflection glistens his pain instead of the shine of the mirror
I step back, because the truth hurts more in person than covered by lies of sin
Since I was only used to writting words to drip the blood through the pen
Then I saw as the stranger chokes for his last breath that he seems not to find
Not knowing that defeat is not realistic, but only dwells in the mind.
He lays his head upon his chest, I feel that the anticlimatic turn has come
But behold, another stranger, younger, reveals himself from behind as his son.
But Behold, a new dream has come forth to shine through the cloud of scorn.
Then I turn, and finally I understand. To have knowledge of the rose, you must understand the thorn.

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Grim