Should I fight or resign now?
Is such an option is left...optional?
Asking non-indulging questions won’t work
For its composure isn’t etiquette
Its solution isn’t bearable
Yet being indecisive is among that too
For there are two solutions:
Giving in has its illness
An eternal cardiac arrest.
Its failure so immense, it regrets
It wishes the old, or the ‘change’
To adapt, to strive on obeying
Fear gives in amongst its horror...
Giving up has its illness
An eternal loneliness
Its shadows focus on detoxifying
Yet the rehab has no affect
For its crucifying pain has an infection
As deadly it could be, you feel numb
Longer the days pass, closer the walls come
Forging, as it comes like a blow to the ribs
Suffocating your lungs it pierces the heart
Shooting down to the liver, it spits acid
And crawling back up, to excite itself in glory
I am just a pawn in my own life
For the king has be gone to its doom
And the queen has resigned – forever
Whether she or he comes back
Our chivalry would suffered of starvation
And our castles will fall to the ground
All is left, but the pawn alone
In a battlefield full of death and fear
If only I could’ve – become stronger.