---The good fight---
Short Story Poetry/ Slice of life
The good fight...
Brittle are my bones, how easily I bleed
Eye sight fading, no help I need
A river of red I feel coming from my being
Strength I find in the future I'm seeing
Whether a delusion or a pipe dream
My soul burns for that reality
I am, whole hearted, going to burst from every seam
No fear do I feel for my mortality
I stagger to my feet once again, ready for more
To protect those who mean the world to me, I will, I can, I shall endure
I may fall, but I must rise, till father time takes my breath
I'll rest once the dangers lay motionless, & only then shall I shake the cold hand of death
A hero I may not be to many, but to those few, I shall rest peacefully for eternity
Now, make your move, one & all
I have yet to hear the reapers call...
---Thanks for reading--- =3
Inspired from staying home sick all day & watching Kung Fu & War movies =D