Proud, but not arrogant

Stubborn, but not hopeless

Cold and distant

A bomb of emotions ready to go off

The wordless regrets

The un-named threats

Time does not wait

Darkened dreams;

Hopeless is seems

Yet he finds the silver lining and stands strong by it

Warriors do not cry;

Or is it that they refuse to do so

All the memories craved into his mind

Those memories meant to be forgotten

A piece of them will remain;

And a piece of him will die

Rising upwards;

Falling forever

~~~Another Piccolo poem. I was really inspired by a certain story, and the song 'Breath No More' by Evanescence. Please Read and Review. I'd like to hear your thoughts. 11/10/2003