Once, I was playing Brawl and I thought how the people looked like they didn't actually want to fight, but instead we were forcing them. D:
This doesn't rhyme, sadly. It's a free verse/style thing. Forgot what it was called. D:
So, here's the poem thinger! :D
Sweat trickles down my brow,
I gasp for breath,
Parrying every blow, striking back with equal ferocity.
Is this what the future shows?
Battles for eternity?
Hurting the people closest to us?
Bloodshed,
Pain,
Sadness?
Is that all there is?
Nothing else?
When will it stop?
When will the pain end?
Are we to be condemned to this for the rest of existence?
- - - -
Brothers,
Sisters,
Friends,
Uncles,
Nephews,
Lovers,
All turned against each other.
Our hands contaminated by the others' blood.
What monsters are we becoming?
What kind of human kills one another?
- - - -
What can we do?
We burn with desire to hurt,
To attack,
To fight,
To kill.
Yet, we beg for it to stop.
We can't continue hurting each other.
We can't.
Still, there is nothing we can do.
No one to beg for it to end.
Nothing to stop it.
- - - -
But that's all we know.
All we can do is fight.
That's what we were made for.
Bloodshed,
Pain,
Sadness.
That's really all there is.
There's only one thing we can do.
And that's to fight for the rest of eternity.
Eh, I think I need to improve on my poems. D: -SIGHS-
Oh well, constructive criticism please! :D Anything to help! –goes down on knees and begs-
REVIEW.