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Author: kijochan
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 04-13-03 - Updated: 04-14-03 - id:1278907
"Coward"

I run and run and run
My feet swept the distant mile
I am out of breath
But I'm not willing to stop

Why am I running?
I do not know
Something frightened me
Maybe that's why

Where am I going?
I don't know either
Somewhere, Anywhere
Out of this world perhaps

Please wake me up
Tell me it isn't real
It's just a nightmare
Isn't it? Please tell me that

I run again
Not looking back
They are no one to be said good bye
They all are left to die

Then what of me?
Am I waiting for Death too?
Surely there are other things to do in the meantime
While Death seeks, I hide.

Am I a coward?
Tell me
If I am, I'm not ashamed
I have my reasons, just as peace burst into flames

Why am I not the one?
The one to end this war
But what rights do I have?
Unto the world that shadow shed

What more can I do
Than give pity to those who are like me?
What more can I say
Than these little words that I pray?

What are they fighting for in the first place?
I'll never understand
What they think they'll gain
Is what they lose in the end

I'm laughing now
A dark evil laugh
Am I mad?
Surely I would know that by now

My laugh echoed through the night
I could scream if I want to
Is this the life a child should live
To see the sight of hell and then just grieve?

We laugh and we cry
We live and then die
There's nothing more to this
Than a mere circle of fate

Fate,
So it has written
And so it must be done
And I run and I run and I run.



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