The EnemyA Poem by gabbspitargueOne of my poems that I am not sure if it's done or if it needs more. I might write a part 2 someday.
Every night he lurks,
Awaiting enemies that were never his. Slowly breathing in, The horrors that had become nightmares. He wasn't supposed to be there, He wasn't supposed to be a witness. But it's part of him now. Every part he remembers, Blood of the innocents going dry. Always blaming somebody, A being who wants to be a savior. Not everyone will get that. Not everyone will care. But the image shall stay there. Every good deed, They can be considered a fault. Caring too much, Can bring the wrath of death. So he shall hurt the enemy. So he shall make it right. But that was his mistake. © 2017 gabbspitargue |
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