Done Fighting


Every night feels like we're walking onto a battlefield

Where the fighting doesn't end until one of us yield

Every moment like a bomb waiting to explode

And once it goes off, without mercy we unload


Every word a projectile cutting through flesh

Old wounds reopened while others are fresh

Tears flowing like the blood from our injuries 

Not much can be done even with endless apologies 


At some point the suffering has to end 

Someone has to step in and make amends 

Wave the white flag, declare peace 

Say their final goodbye then take their leave


From this war only the scars remain

Only the heartache, only the pain



  • Author: Revernd21 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 9th, 2024 18:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is a bit brutal but I hope you all enjoy!!
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 2
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