Don't read the following poem if you are sensitive to s*lf h*rm and su*cide
A battle.
A gut-wrenching
Cold hearted
Battle.
A never-ending psychological war field
Filled with the deaths of the fragments
Of who you are
And you fight
You fight hard
But when your body is ridden with disease
And a chest full of tired
You fight but it isn't enough anymore
And so you fall
There is nothing brave in it
It's cold and filled with uncertainty
Because maybe it'll be easier on the other side
And you are still falling
The freshly made cuts
The overdosed drugs
The careless crossing the road
The long brought out end
Or the alternative ending
To a life that could've been lived.
And you fought.
You fought till the end.
My brave soldier, perhaps this is a valiant end.
But
It would've been greater if we won.
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
