Poetry Contest Entry

Turning Point

~By Bardez of Borg

Now art the days that try mine life
Mine mind shall be stricken with endless strife
Mine anchor to sanity, mine dearest brother
Is leaving soon. There shalt ne'er be another
Person alive that can take his place.
Long have I awaited this day,
And in many a way,
With a hurried pace,
I knew this day would come forth to be.
Only time shall allow thee to see
What shall become of me
Without an anchor to reality.
Mine darkside shalt take o'er now.
This is what I think.
Mine fragile mindset is on the brink.
The only thing to keep me a playing
Is mine self-directed vow
To keep mineself from saying:
"These are mine darkest days,
And there are so many ways
For mine character to lose its soul,
Allow the outside world to swallow it whole.
So why,
Do I,
Not allow the darkness in,
And allow myself to regress to mine previous
Life of Sin?"
Ah, mine patience is truely wearing thin.
To quote the Park of Linkin:
"Crawling through my skin,
These wounds they will not heal."
I must ask how I feel.
Yay or nay,
Will I submit or hold;
Stand strong or fold?
Please let me know,
Whate'er you are,
Where'er you are,
Tell me thou controller of destiny:
Yay or Nay.
Good or Evil.
Which
Will
I
Say
?

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