Thought I was prepared for the battle ahead,
But my subconscious denied, it said “Don’t over-rush”.
I thought it was lying to me, but I was stupid,
stupid enough not to believe the one, who really knew me,
it knew me more than I knew about myself.
I proceeded to the war, with no second thoughts,
the people around me were crying,
cried their eyes out, blood red, face pale, and very fragile,
their eyes were dead, when our eyes met.
I with confidence, as high as Everest,
said “You’ll welcome a warrior back, after the quest”.
I boarded my horse, fled with wind,
many storms in between, but none to stop me.
I rode far, but fear slowly crawled inside, weak now I am,
just a soulless body, with no spirit left.
I want to feel alive, but I can’t fight my fear.
Is this the end of me, I wondered,
All I now need is a chance to go back,
can I go back in time..?
Is this my fate, to die with regret,
if only I can turn back the time.
I really don’t want to end this nightmare, if thought it’s sad,
I want to fight back, till the end, and see me fall now, with regret,
regret filled inside me now, completely…
slowly it swallowed me… with death embrace.