She’s in a battle carrying nothing but herself.

Her enemy is a battalion, well-equipped and fearless

She’s standing there in tears counting them from right to left

The troupe is ready to attack, there’s longing in their chest

They’re fighting to invade the only land the girl has

The serenity of her state is long ago gone

After attacks the invaders has done,

Place’s peace and quiet were heavily destroyed

Tranquillity, silence in fire they set and burned

Clouded by emotions she’s fighting despite in fear

The safest place she ever knew, she’s guarding while her chest is seared

Why are they doing this, she asked her self

She has done nothing wrong, only poverty is in her shelf

That’s all she witnessed, inside her, it nested

Troupe is ready to attack her

She gave them drinks, she herself stir

In thirst and hunger the enemies accepted

She taught by this, she can kill them

But she finds herself gasping for air, on the ground is her head

Then she realized, her enemy is herself…

And the poison is slowly flowing unto the tiniest veins of her system…

Either way, she’s losing the game.

She thinks her life is hell, when the reality speaks of it as a gem.

About Miss_Pia

Neurotic Health-care Professional who enjoys sleeping, running, reading, introspecting, pole art and exploring new things and sometimes, places!
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