My BattlefieldA Poem by unspecifiedHow am I meant to tell them? I’m screaming in agony to let it out. But I just can’t bring myself to do it. It's so difficult. I can’t be the one that destroys her trust. What will she think? It’s like I’m in a battlefield and I’m running and running. I’m desperate for a breath. Im gasping for oxygen. She made me. How can I ever repay that gift. She gave me life. And I return the favour like this. What sort of human does that. How could I do such a thing. She wouldn’t accept this lifestyle. It’s not like I chose this life. It was given to me by you. I didn’t wake up and think, what character I should play today. Please forgive me…
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Added on January 9, 2018 Last Updated on January 9, 2018 |