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I lay my sword down, letting it crash through the earth. I look down at it, how easy it was to cut through. I stare at my hands, full of scars and blush-like sweat, Once so innocent, once smooth. As soon as the sword settles, the thunder rumbles angrily, screaming at me, wanting to know why I did all that I did. Rain pours heavily, from the sky, and from my eyes. There was a time, I had a choice. I could've stayed back, let someone else handle the burden. If I weren't there, and with my wife, with my soon-to-be child.. perhaps I could have saved them. I chose to protect our country, and saved others. In the end, nobody chose to protect my family, because that was my burden to handle. The screams grow louder, stronger. I beg them to leave me alone, but they keep haunting me, with those painful memories. I fall down to my knees, reaching for the sword's hilt, driving it deeper, as if the earth could swallow it. In hopes I would forget, about my wrong decisions, and my unforgivable thoughts. But in the silver slash, I see only their faces.
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Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 4:06 PM UTC
A Guard's Dead Duty
I lay my sword down, letting it crash through the earth. I look down at it, how easy it was to cut through. I stare at my hands, full of scars and blush-like sweat, Once so innocent, once smooth. As soon as the sword settles, the thunder rumbles angrily, screaming at me, wanting to know why I did all that I did. Rain pours heavily, from the sky, and from my eyes. There was a time, I had a choice. I could've stayed back, let someone else handle the burden. If I weren't there, and with my wife, with my soon-to-be child.. perhaps I could have saved them. I chose to protect our country, and saved others. In the end, nobody chose to protect my family, because that was my burden to handle. The screams grow louder, stronger. I beg them to leave me alone, but they keep haunting me, with those painful memories. I fall down to my knees, reaching for the sword's hilt, driving it deeper, as if the earth could swallow it. In hopes I would forget, about my wrong decisions, and my unforgivable thoughts. But in the silver slash, I see only their faces.
This was given to me as a challenge by my friend - who had given me an image prompt and asked me to make something out of it, it's my first ekphrastic poem, so I don't think it's the best, but for now I think it's enough!
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Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 4:06 PM UTC
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