Tragic Warrior

Tragic Warrior short poem

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The gentle wind blows away the blood of my face
A battle that never ends , tears that never dry
Gently walking over the field of stained flowers
Looking up to the sky, even the sky cries
Even the blue and sunny sky is in pain
And it rains , oh god it rains down on me
Washing away the last drop of blood off me
I can hear the wolves sing, they howl
The crows fly above me and they watch
They watch me closely
As if I am the enemy, as if I am the only one
The fallen, the alive and the wounded
They all stare at me
I am my own tragedy.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Rain and Wind

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Srdjan Solkotovic

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Srdjan Solkotovic(Srđan Šolkotović) is a young aspiring author born on the 6th of January, 1993. Currently owner of The Writing Hut and literature student, a writer born in Serbia, raised by multinational parents (Serbian/Wallachian father and Romanian mother).The first time I was interested in writing was around the age of 12. It seemed fun to create worlds that people enjoyed to read about. Writers are amazing, creating with only pen and paper. Like playing god.Most of my works are of a poetic nature but I have written and published some erotica. Now I have a few projects that I will work on and I hope that you will enjoy reading them when they are finished.
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J.rid
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This is a powerful poem, the image that kept coming to my mind even on a second
read, was a returning soldiers solitary walk trying to come to terms with the world (war)
he had left behind.
Forgive me if I read your intentions for writing this poem wrong.

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