Submitted by Gina I. on Sun, 08/13/2017 - 02:45

Oh my child, the fight is won
But you are lost, and far from home
There is none to guide you on
Just the stars to be your compass

Though your heart may be torn
Sorrow wears, your faith is worn
With perseverance comes the morn
And the stars will be your compass

Author's age when written


I felt a Tolkien-esque narrative with this poem, kind of like 'May it Be' or something like that. It was bittersweet and peaceful as well as very sad. I loved its flow for being just two stanzas. I felt I read an entire night in a battlefield. Your poetry is always a joy to read! It has me feeling something or seeing something that I can't fully describe in prose.

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