As I stand on the battlefield, my heart feels empty
A disgusting slush covers the ground
From right here I can see
The corpses all aroundI burn my uniform and the memories with it
Then I take care of my injuries
Make sure the blood doesn't drip
I can still hear my friends tortured screams
It should've been meThrough the harsh and bitter cold
I make my way back home
What was once a safe and happy place
Is now just an empty spaceI thought I could keep it out of trouble
But instead I stand in this rubble
I'm scared and feel all alone
I've lost the light that is my home
Now the world is just darkNow there's pain in the left side of my chest
As I look down at this broken mess
And I feel so weak, like a tiny mouse
Because I no longer have my own houseThen out of the forest comes a figure in white
One that is strong but lacks in height
One that I've met before many times
One I know well, because she's mineShe reaches out her hand to me
Then I hug the figure from the trees
She looks up at me with beautiful eyes
And just like my home I see the light
And once again, I feel aliveI'm scarred and broken
But no longer alone
And I'm not so afraid
Because now I'm home
Because this girl is my homeA/N again, sorry this is short, I have a long chapter I'm working on right now that will be out soon. Also, what did you think of this chapter? Should I do more poems or stick to my traditional writing style?
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Mikannie one-shots
عاطفيةOne-shots and poems about Mikasa and Annie. Smut, fluff, and angst!