Blood soaked hands in the land where I am forgotten
- The ugly amongst the fallen.
I am the coward amongst the monster.
My plea for strength didn’t matter,
for every challenge I get weaker.
More scared than I was, so I hide fast.
As I flee, never did I enjoy any glee.
Freedom is not free.
In this land I bleed with my creed.
Stupid me!
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Yet I don’t mind, I am just one of the foolish kind.
*© Pax
being the ugly, being the lose end, sore loser... dark poetry.