Life is a war that bleeds on us,
Life is a war we are forced to fight in.
Let's grab ahold of our spears,
Twirl them in the air as roars echo.
Hiding in dismal trenches,
They're rotten with the dead rats of despair.
We're living in the fear of things,
The fear of out there.
All we miserable humans do,
Is keep it all inside, hide and escape.
Hide from the world's horrors,
Hide until we're not breathing.
Starving, craving for a silence,
Some placidity and serenity.
But none through the screams of our souls,
None through the hopelessness of our hearts.
You were my ally in this raging war,
The shoulder I could cry on.
Now you're nothing but a foe,
Now I cry because of you.
I'm so done now.
I'm breathless from breathing the green smoke.
I hold my white flag out, dear enemy,
I surrender.
It's not an act of cowardice, dear foe,
It is an act of exhaustion.
I am tired of fighting.
I am sick of bleeding.
I surrender in this war,
I surrender in this life.
Because we were all meant to surrender
To the enemy.
To death.
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Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoetryFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...
