A/N: Okay, this may not be the best poem in the world, but I don't write poetry often. I'm not going to ask you to go easy on me. If you hate my poem, then I'd just like it if you told me WHY you hated it, and maybe give me some Ideas on how to make it better ;-) Thanks! --Piper
This is Dedicated to my Mother, who was the first person to read this besides me :) Thanks, Mom!
Disclaimer: I do not know K.A Applegate, I do not have any contact with her. I am not making money off of this. All the characters mentioned in this belong to K.A Applegate, Not me.
I stand alone, thinking of better times,
Before anger entered this heart of mine,
I am Jake, fearless leader.
If so, then why at night do I tremble,
Thinking of how many I have killed?
Why do I feel guilt,
When I am fighting for my kind?
Because those who have been murdered,
Were innocent inside.
Is there something wrong,
With killing during war?
They were all deceased,
before I even stopped their hearts,
Yeerks had taken control,
and their souls were all long gone.
Did I really kill those Yeerks?
Were those spirits really dead?
I put away these feelings,
And sit down on a chair,
Tomorrow this will all be gone,
I think, moving to my bed.
Until the days end comes again
These thoughts are buried.
So, What did you guys think? Please review this! Thanks! --Piper