Traveler's Requiem [Poetry]

Revolution

I once thought it was great,

To breathe a revolution,

And watched as the enemy burned.

But then time passed,

Bridges were burnt,

And my soul was charred.

I once thought it was worth it,

To fight back,

And stand for an ideal.

But then they fired back,

Destruction surrounded me,

And I had no idea how to reclaim myself.

I once thought it would be them,

To be standing upon ruins and rubble,

And suffer for what they did.

But a war is no more black and white,

Than the grey smoke rising above me,

And the horror that I feel.

I once thought I could make it,

To the very end,

And stand strong.

But now I am torn,

Obligated to mend the pieces,

And still nothing is better.