That Bloody Tug Of War

by sctwilightvampwolfgal

The Roman Empire was not led by a man too weak to survive and manage it so long nor was it an easy task to be The Roman Empire and to be all the little pieces of great importance in his personal life. *Miniature character study of Ancient Rome.* *Drabble.*

Slowly, he stumbled.

Hours dug into his skin as if embedded there.

He hated those old moments, memories that left scars.

Ancient Rome had tried to be the best grandfather to his grandsons and the best empire all at once.

Some moments ate at the conscience and tore through flesh to claw at the heart instead.

He held his breath as the blood rushed in his veins, reminding him of his life and those that had fallen.

Sometimes all that could be clung to were emotional distractions.

Life for a nation was more like a bloody tug of war battle than the peaceful days of love.

Life never had been easy for him, the great Roman Empire.