A Courage Of Brevity!

Being the blemish soul

Of my lost warrior

With flemish thoughts,

Abandoned from family

Lost & found sorrow

Shooting a bullet 

In a crowd of cowards,

With a spirit to shine

Of strong bold warrior,

 

A cold wind of chilled currents

Crushing my soul

Yet my heart 

Beating fast giving me a reason

To stay alive, to keep my spirit uphold

I stood up, clenched my fist

And took a breath

Shoot the target 

A deep silence stay behind 

With a mercy flushing through my veins

I stay there like a lost warrior!