Stabbed with the same kind of dagger
Caught myself in the midst of a battlefield
Got nothing so I used my body as a shield
But it caused me indefinite wounds and I ended up almost getting killed
Still breathing, but my wholebeing's already in torpid
I thought I won't get tired doing my defenses
But my body's deciding to concede
That its too much to bear, and it awfully aches
Flying bullets are everywhere, but only tons of asthenia I only yield
But it doesn't stop right there
I still chose to fight and protect those people that I truly care
I caught the bullets that was supposed to be theirs, cause I don't want them to suffer
But the bullets weren't the one that almost killed me, it was the stab behind my back wich is a dagger
And with wide teary eyes that are in pain,
Realization dawned upon me like a rushing plane
Never thought this could possibly happen
That the threat from the opponents weren't the most deadly, cause it was in our own terrain
I busied myself looking in front
Trying my damnedest to protect those people, and hell I was never reluctant
I succeeded in protecting them from the enemy
But failed to defend myself from the dagger that was for the enemy but in the end, it aimed at me
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Elegies
PoetryOverflowing emotions will trigger your hands to write on their own and eventually you're obliviously writing poems already. Write down what you feel, until it hurts no more.
