IN the cresses of the night
A giggle
Now hoarse, rasp laughter
I, must keep walking
A Cross in my hand, slips and burns
I never agreed to this
Twisted corners and intertwining paths surround me
I hear a chant in my ear
A deep chuckle
I can only go forward, not back
My hands are damp
A trio of numbers on my forearm, from when I entered
I am in pain; I have been walking with no end
I never agreed to this
I turn, evil, smirks, darkness
I’ve fumbled, I scream in agony
I can’t tale it anymore
My body starts to shake, it’s like when I crept into darkness, except for the cold
My teeth chatter
My mouth is bitter
I’m mistakenly sinking further and further
I never agreed to this
Behind me they laugh,
“Where is your Lord”?
I don’t reply because, I can’t
I did the best I could in the war
I might have not confessed for a sin
I have become full of hate
And our new enemy for whom I fought for in the crusade
Abandoned me
Now I follow the young Knight
And chant, snicker and howl
He will soon find out
I Did Agree
very nicely written.. I like this poem a lot love the part where it says i did the best i could in war.. very nice verse....
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' I did the best I could in the war I might have not confessed for a sin' most impressive lines in a very mature write...mature thoughts for your young age, Gladys...so happy to read this poem...must give you a rating higher...10+