Poem XVII – Sweet Surrender

The oxygenated blood gushing from my being provides the ammunition for laying down my singular sword.

The temptation to grab it with both hands cuts my mind into pieces.

Whispering into the furious wind surrounding the infinite forest were it lays I gain strength.

The glare from the warm steel invites me into battle while the sharpness of the blade confines my mind.

The enemy is freely marching in a perfect display of synchronicity, but my sword stays in a perfect display of readiness.

No army shall concur the strength forged within the faith of my surrender.

In complete silence, I lay down my sword within the simplicity of my ability to surrender.

The pattern of blood on my sword is as clear as the shadow surrounding the forest where I patiently wait.

Poem 17-Sweet Surrender

Order your limited edition print and learn the story behind the poem. Each piece is numbered and signed. Look inside the frame, and you will find my inspiration for each poem. Only 369 copies of each poem will be printed. 

Numbered and signed print
The story behind the poem printed on the back
11 x 14 Black (1 1/8″) Synthetic Wood Frame
White Double Mat
2 mm Glass
White Cardboard Backing


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