Birth of The Warrior

A poem

The time is coming

CLANK!

When you will meet someone

CLANK!

Or maybe something

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Like an activity or ability

CLANK!

That feels worth it

CLANK!

And when that time comes

CLANK!

That you let your heavy blanket of nihilism
Fall to the ground

CLANK!
The sound of sizzling metal
And bubbling water

When you finally have something worth fighting for,
You’ll need a sword like this one.

Catch!

Thanks for reading. Here’s a few other poems by me if you’re in the mood to read one more:

My Lover, She Is A Butterfly

Rainy Day

Daybreak