Sleeping with the Enemy

on the spot

we're fighting

a losing battle

the other team

is smart smug

staring at us

knowing of our defeat

even before it happens

what is there to do

when the ashes

are on the floor

and my faith 

has been torn apart

by the enemies

Author's Note

i wrote poems, but i didn't finish them, so when i do, i'll put them on here. as for now, here are some emotions, compressed into tiny lines.