Seconds turn into minutes,
hours turn into days.
My hurt is forever present,
why should I remain?
They ask me to carry on fighting,
but what am I fighting for?
Im a lonely soldier in an army of one,
battling an endless war.
Jul 20, 2020
Dark days
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Not at my best atm and these words came into my head.
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Will look forward to see what
Will look forward to see what you do after editing....obviously written in a dark mood...most have them at some point in their lives...i wish you battle it out and come up trumps.....
be well...
Thankyou
many thanks xx