My Poems - 2018

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A year has passed,

It's gone so fast,

And I am not the same.

Friends were lost,

Lines were crossed,

But it was just a game.

I've gotten better,

No longer fragile as a feather,

But my friends are beginning to sink.

They're drowning, drifting,

When they speak, they're crying.

They've pushed themselves to the brink.

This is the battle I ended months ago,

But, still, my friends face my old foe.

How could be so cruel?

I was done,

My battle was won,

but they were left to duel.

To duel with the beast that, for so long, broke my spirit.

I advise them for battle, but they can't hear it.

I can't help them, anymore.

If I go back, I'll die.

If I leave them, they'll die.

Why can't life just be a bore?

I left them to save the world.

I might go back to save them.

I wouldn't, though.

I couldn't save them if I tried.

I would just make the pain more bearable

By taking part of it

As my own.