I'm fighting in a war,
But I can't see my opponent.
I've been fighting for so long
That I've forgotten what I'm fighting for.
I don't remember,
But what I do know,
Is that if I fail it will end in death.
Whose death I do not know,
Because it could be mine.
I do know that what I fight is inhuman,
And I fear it.
I can't stop fighting,
For fear of the of the worse,
But my faith is wearing thin.
I'm starting to give in.
I'm fighting a losing battle,
And I don't know what to do.
I can't give up because than it'll all be for nothing.
The years I spent fighting will go to waste.
Years I can't get back,
So no matter how much it hurts,
Or the injuries I receive,
I'll continue to fight,
And maybe I'll remember how this began.
Until then I'll fight my invisible enemy,
In this endless fight.
Obviously I can't save myself,
So I hope that someone hears,
The noise we make,
And comes to my rescue.
Releases me of this burden I face.
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Don't Look Me in the Eye
PoetryNot just poems anymore, I guess. More like little things where I have no place for them. Basically the poems/short stories/rambles that appear in my head that I have to write down. Enjoy? Trigger warning, I think. Sorry for changing the title a lot...
