The battle
of Fort Sumter.
The first
battle
of the Civil War.
The Union was surrounded
by the Confederates.
The union tried to fight.
But in the end
being surrounded
was too much.
They lost.
No matter how hard
they tried to fight,
they lost.
They were still surrounded.
And that didn't change.
I guess
that's how I feel.
Surrounded.
I can fight these words
all I want.
But in the end they're surrounding me.
And it's all I can do
to not die.
In the battle,
do some realise
that it could be
brother vs brother?
All because of belief.
One believed different than another.
South vs North.
Family vs family.
And some apart of the same one. Blood vs blood.
Their own family.
I guess that's when it's hardest. When it's someone
you're supposed to care about, who's supposed to care about you.
But they fought.
And in the end
the Confederatey was too much for the Union.
Because they were surrounded. Just like I'm surrounded.
With words.
Words that seem
to never go away.
YOU ARE READING
From The Pen To The Soul
PoésieSometimes, writing isn't an option; it's a necessity. This is my story. Everything I write, is a part of me. But it's up to you, to find your story; connect to yourself through my writing. (Most of these are sent to my big sister)
