You told me never to quit
But I've spent my last of hope
Though they never came around.
The more words
They throw each other's way;
The more they compete
The more they hurt the other;
The more they start ignoring us,
The more they grow deaf to our
cries,
The more they hurl us into their fights,
The more they grow blind to our tears,
The more they grow to forget us,
The more I lose faith in you,
The more I lose faith in me.
Don't know why,
They dig for each other's dirt;
Don't know why,
He makes her cry;
Don't know why,
He blames his blood;
Don't know why,
He jeers at us;
Don't know why,
He drags us down;
Doesn't he know,
That he's chocking our souls?
Can't he see,
The pain in her eyes?
Can't he smell,
The blood in the air?
Can't he taste,
The tears in the bread?
Can't he hear,
The cripple in our souls?
Can't he feel,
The love,still in our hearts?
No,maybe he can't.
Else she won't be here-
Her heart staining us red.
He gave us gashes in hearts,
He gave us voids in life,
He stole my faith in you,
He stole my faith in me.
Heard you in the woods,
Calling my name,
But never did you come.
The air grew cold,
And then I saw her,
Saw the hurt in her eyes,
The pain in her words,
The blood on her sleeves,
And her eyes... void of life.
You told me never to quit,
But now...now you've taken,
The last of my hope,
The last of my faith,
The last of my love;
I can't anymore...
I can't now...
I'm sorry,I quit.
YOU ARE READING
PANACEA
Poetry★·.··.·★ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ★·.··.·★ My attempt at telling stories- either my own or of those around me- through poems... (prev. The Heroes of Siachin) A few of my free-writings transformed to poems. ...
