Where Others May Fall Poem

A poem that I wrote for English class. Enjoy.

I walk through this world battered,

Bloody, and bruised,

Treading ground untouched,

Following a wise man’s ruse.

Throughout the valley,

And throughout the land,

I am forced to struggle,

Merely to stand.

Yet, where others may fall,

I have no choice but to rise,

Unlike those who’ve come before me,

I refuse to give up and die.

So I walk on,

Bloody and bruised as may be,

I laugh in death’s face and say,

You will not kill me.

Like the old man once said,

Hatred is a fuel,

It gives you the power to continue on,

The strength to win any duel.

Hatred is indeed a fuel,

One powerful as can be,

Though it will never be enough to kill,

The love that fuels me.

So I walk on through this world battered,

Bloody, not bruised,

No longer caring,

For an old man’s ruse.

For where others may fall,

I must gather the strength to stand,

Laugh in the Devil’s face,

As I victoriously shake his hand.