A gruesome beginning

it was always a gruesome beggining,
with a war never ending. even after the masacre, we can't burry our dead, because the dead's still living The heart still beats just the mind is gone. trauma took its toll, can't run from whats inside. the unyeilding grusome hand of pain wieghs heavy like torrential rain. So afraid, so stuck in this state. Can't walk away, can't run the other way, can't close my eyes, the moribid parade still plays. I've fallen from the angels, but I can still hear them sing. Mourning those who have lost their wings. Instead of mourning they could have helped us. Instead of singing, they could have slayed our demons. None of us would be fallen, we asked for help and got no answer. We wept for relief and got more stress to handle. What more can one soul take? what more can one sole endure, when is enough enough? Its got to be now, of that I'm sure.. A life destroyed, can't get it back. Just keep marching, never look back. A soldier in a war that most cant see. Shouldn't see. I am only trying to do good with a dark light. I can't lose the fight. I can't lose the fight for my life



Poetry by Luna Nightshade
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Written on 2017-01-25 at 13:03

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