Slowly gliding down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Till you break down on the floor,
You see the special spirits, watching up-
So fragile, just ready to suffer from trauma
Making their way down the finish line cautiously
They are happily oblivious about how much it hurts
When you are going to make it to the end
So Alone...
YOU ARE READING
My poems, And Random Stuff
RandomI am a soldier. I am the one that is always on the battlefield. With scratch marks, and bruises. I try to carry on, I try to see the light. I reach for my guns, to try and abolish the enemy. The ones that want me dead. But I can't anymore. I've bee...
