Battlefield
Too much bloodshed...
Spilled on the rest.
I can't go i can't stay.
my mind goes, my body stays.
Fighting to get my way...
Above the clouds soaring away.
Back and forth having resemblances.
Can't go back, can't move forward.
I'm stuck in nowhere.
Absorbed by this combats, i lost my weapon.
My protective armor damaged.
I'm open to every strike.
Chased by everything running.
Even the stomping sounds of my own feet.
My weapons sheathed by wet reed...
Of an unjust truth they told.
But only blue lies unfold.
Common mentality defaults...
My near sight detained...
Looking in from a distance i could see...
The sad reality I'm fighting in.
From where i'm standing, i feel...
The true pain of my reality.
Frozen by my weak rationality.
Which is the reason for my bleak fantasies.
The emerging prison in my mind...
A big one without walls.
The source of sad trails in my dreams.
Blood, sweats and tears i shed...
The every day sway.
What can i do? What did i do?
I gave way for a stranger.
He killed a lot of me.
The body count keep increasing...
One, two, three, on and on.
Traces of true me disappearing.
Pieces of me repelling each other.
It's a day to day struggle.
Everyday, with my self i fight.
But no one wins.
Weary sighs filling the skies.
For it is an infinite battle...
Going on forever.
Copyright © Tlaishego Morema | Year Posted 2016
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