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