Lights
Flicker on
Evening's cold
Morning's wasted
Worrying of doing
Nothing, holding my
Head on sweaty palms
Thinking tons stalling on
Disengaged from docks
Dragging drama drowns
Debilitating Dragonite
Demolishing dreams
Dishing out doses
Strategic scenes
Shift sorrow
Shattering
Sounds
Solo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let it be said for all that we took enjoyment from fighting, not winning or losing because we believed we were fighting for a cause worth the trouble.