My love tells me he’s got to go to war, I don’t want him to go. I don’t want him to fight,
I want him to stay at home, With me.
We live so peacefully and so happily, The sound of genuine laughter and the words “I love you” Consistently fill the air, It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever known.
But my love has demons that he needs to slay, Aggression is building slowly, Slowly.
He Is frustrated and carries archaic hurts, Ancient pains that seems timeless. He needs to vent, So I accept his need for battle.
I feed him food and an abundance of love, I don’t want him to feel empty in any form of way. I do my duty as his woman and prepare him as best I can.
I lay out a fresh tunic, I want him looking his best, So he can feel like the greatest warrior on earth. Because that is who my love is, He is mighty, He is the greatest man I know and I feel so blessed that he chose me.
I shine his shield so brightly so that the sun catches it and blinds whoever tries to come against him.
I shine his armour too, For he will be a blinding beacon of light on the battlefield, Strong, Vigorous and unyielding.
Armour padding, so he is extra safe and extra comfortable, For his comfort is my comfort.
As he wraps his arms around my waist & lays his head onto me, so I can be a comfort to him, he breathes in and listens to the sound of truth coming from my chest.
I Wrap a band around his waist to support him and show him I’ve got his back. And so he don’t hurt himself on his weapons as he carries them, As carry them he must.
I get down on my knees and fasten his sandals, Tight.
I don’t want my gladiator to fall in war because of them, not even once. And if he did? I’d sooner become the sand to soften the blow of any fall he takes.
I sharpen his spear so that It could match the sharpness of his tongue. No Soldier would stand a chance. I place a dagger on his side in case anyone dares come close enough to hurt him.
I place his helmet upon his head as if it were a crown.
I don’t care who he is to the world, To me he is royalty.
The highest of highs, My heaven, My skies, My all.
My gladiator is ready for war,
I don’t want him to go; But the time has come.
I want to be supportive so I give him a little smile, As I wipe the now falling rain from the bluest skies that is my face.
He gazes into me with the beautiful dark skies that is his eyes,
Tells me he adores me and embraces me, Time stops.
Suddenly I feel his dagger as it pierces the softness of my skin, He pushes it in deeper and twists it till the tip of the blade finally meets with my soul, And rips me open.
The red sea itself pours from my devastated body. I fall to the floor, There I black out and meet oblivion.
My mind hears our songs flow through my blood as it cascades rivers.
My eye catches one last look,
As I see him walking away,
No words, Nothing, Except the sight of his back, Leaving me.
There I lay, Withering, Vanishing as my soul begins to perish.
Tears of astonishment burns the windows of my soul. The glass windows now smashed, Destroying the beautiful glimmer of hope they once held so dearly.
Outside I hear his voice in the distance, Yet he doesn’t speak to me or even speak my name. It’s as if I already don’t exist.
I feel Insignificant and the lack of love crashes over me, Wave after wave of the salty red sea. I’m simply overwhelmed, Shock swept over me, Confused I sink deeper and deeper, I am drowning.
How could our love transpire this, I lay there questioning the realest thing I ever had in my life. There he left me, Breathless and alone. As memories of a non-existent love flash before my eyes.
Breathing nothing now but sorrow,
Reality brings pain to every last breath I have in me, It destroys my mind before my body even dies.
My mind wanders as it’s wondering, For it is truly lost at sea. How could I not see, I am the blood in the sand from a war I didn’t fight, Yet my blood flows endless & Endlessly.
#TheWriteHandBrain
#Poetry
I want him to stay at home, With me.
We live so peacefully and so happily, The sound of genuine laughter and the words “I love you” Consistently fill the air, It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever known.
But my love has demons that he needs to slay, Aggression is building slowly, Slowly.
He Is frustrated and carries archaic hurts, Ancient pains that seems timeless. He needs to vent, So I accept his need for battle.
I feed him food and an abundance of love, I don’t want him to feel empty in any form of way. I do my duty as his woman and prepare him as best I can.
I lay out a fresh tunic, I want him looking his best, So he can feel like the greatest warrior on earth. Because that is who my love is, He is mighty, He is the greatest man I know and I feel so blessed that he chose me.
I shine his shield so brightly so that the sun catches it and blinds whoever tries to come against him.
I shine his armour too, For he will be a blinding beacon of light on the battlefield, Strong, Vigorous and unyielding.
Armour padding, so he is extra safe and extra comfortable, For his comfort is my comfort.
As he wraps his arms around my waist & lays his head onto me, so I can be a comfort to him, he breathes in and listens to the sound of truth coming from my chest.
I Wrap a band around his waist to support him and show him I’ve got his back. And so he don’t hurt himself on his weapons as he carries them, As carry them he must.
I get down on my knees and fasten his sandals, Tight.
I don’t want my gladiator to fall in war because of them, not even once. And if he did? I’d sooner become the sand to soften the blow of any fall he takes.
I sharpen his spear so that It could match the sharpness of his tongue. No Soldier would stand a chance. I place a dagger on his side in case anyone dares come close enough to hurt him.
I place his helmet upon his head as if it were a crown.
I don’t care who he is to the world, To me he is royalty.
The highest of highs, My heaven, My skies, My all.
My gladiator is ready for war,
I don’t want him to go; But the time has come.
I want to be supportive so I give him a little smile, As I wipe the now falling rain from the bluest skies that is my face.
He gazes into me with the beautiful dark skies that is his eyes,
Tells me he adores me and embraces me, Time stops.
Suddenly I feel his dagger as it pierces the softness of my skin, He pushes it in deeper and twists it till the tip of the blade finally meets with my soul, And rips me open.
The red sea itself pours from my devastated body. I fall to the floor, There I black out and meet oblivion.
My mind hears our songs flow through my blood as it cascades rivers.
My eye catches one last look,
As I see him walking away,
No words, Nothing, Except the sight of his back, Leaving me.
There I lay, Withering, Vanishing as my soul begins to perish.
Tears of astonishment burns the windows of my soul. The glass windows now smashed, Destroying the beautiful glimmer of hope they once held so dearly.
Outside I hear his voice in the distance, Yet he doesn’t speak to me or even speak my name. It’s as if I already don’t exist.
I feel Insignificant and the lack of love crashes over me, Wave after wave of the salty red sea. I’m simply overwhelmed, Shock swept over me, Confused I sink deeper and deeper, I am drowning.
How could our love transpire this, I lay there questioning the realest thing I ever had in my life. There he left me, Breathless and alone. As memories of a non-existent love flash before my eyes.
Breathing nothing now but sorrow,
Reality brings pain to every last breath I have in me, It destroys my mind before my body even dies.
My mind wanders as it’s wondering, For it is truly lost at sea. How could I not see, I am the blood in the sand from a war I didn’t fight, Yet my blood flows endless & Endlessly.
#TheWriteHandBrain
#Poetry
