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I look around the bloody scenery, tears in my eyes making my sight all blurry.
I look down to the ground, seeing all the bodies of my allies laying one by one.
I turn to the sun. Bruises and wounds all over my body, everything feels so eerie.
I couldn't save my friends, for I am a failed hero.
I gazed at one of my friend's breathless body, an arrow penetrating through their skin.
As I get out of that place, countless people had cheered me for being the survivor.
That was one of my many wishes, but my allies' existence was stolen in return.
Was all of this worth it? I gritted my teeth, as I take out the knife from the sheath.
Without hesitating, the knife pierced through my chest. Wouldn't it be for the best?
My perspective suddenly became foggy. Before you all died, I should've made an apology.
Because why wouldn't I, when I'm the one who ended you all? Remembering as you all tried to crawl.
My sight went black and then I tumble to the ground, the next day my body is found.
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A/N:
Not my greatest, but I had fun writing this one. Might be a bit tacky, but I'll still post it so I can look back to the poems I wrote :))
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Poetry"These are the poems I made, For people who feel afraid Poems just for you, All of them are new So accept my hand and read, To feel the tears I had shed." --- #1 ranking in Personalthoughts #10 ranking in Worship Started: July 10,2020 Ended: --
