The age of desperation

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Metal banging left and right
Like drums sounding in the dark
Footsteps, footsteps all around
Run, hide, and jump
Run like a man on steroids
Hide like a mouse
Jump from ledge to ledge, the ground trying to swallow you

They are coming
I cannot run for long
They have taken the wall of rock
and the narrow bridge
They have taken the caves of skulls
and the stairs of stone
The only way out is death

They are coming
There is no way out
They are coming
It is too late
Late is the hour which we shall fall
All is for naught
In blood and grime we shall go
Go we must

We can only hope for hope
Pray for miracles we shall be
They are near
There is no time
They are coming
They are here
The door is failing
Swords drawn
The end it shall be
We cannot hold them back
Backs to the last wall
Nowhere to run
It is over
I failed

AN: This is the first poem, which I wrote at the beginning of 2020. I hope you guys enjoyed it, but the journey has only just started.

Last Revision Date: Tuesday 7th Dec 2021

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