So... I wrote this poem... And I feel like it deserves to be on here. Its called "Human Shield"
I sit on the rock
In the center of the field
You were once here
With me as your shield
But shields can be broken
And tattered and frayed
So you looked for a new one
And threw me away
But while I sit in this rock
In the middle of this field,
I stop and think to myself
"Why am I here?"
You have long since left me
I am of no use
So why do I bother
If my blacksmith was you?
So I get on my feet
And walk a few steps
I dig six feet down
And prepare for my death
