Union of Odd

Was listening to "Those who carry on" by Ghost and pals. Got the idea for this, I borrowed the world terms from them but tried making my own form of it since it spoke to me quite a bit.

Spirits crushed, heads hanging low.

Pieces of their little worlds in hand.

What can one do?

Looking up to sky of blue, spirit reincarnates.

Rearranging the pieces, new master worlds.

Revisiting the grounds of pride, this is it.

Battle of the minds,

Spirit crushed again, leaving the pieces in hand.

Shadow looms over, hand outstretched.

With pieces in hand all are together now.

Rebuilding a new world.

For they are the ones who never die.

Reviews

[Just Kim]

I really love your writings, you have talent. Please keep writing always

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Mortal physical beings can die but not their spirit and their dream... They are everlasting and with the amalgation of hope we can build new world... A beautiful poem

[Midnight Baron ⚜️]

Thank you my friend. I also thank you for the other one you reviewed.

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You are welcome!