Free
It seems that we are always in battle,
From the early morning light,
To the very late evenings,
And even to the darkest of nights.
From the disgusting fighting,
I know I'm not free,
But, I sincerely hope,
That one day, I shall be.
After making a few very bloody kills,
I hope the memory of it will fade away,
Even when it is from long ago,
But, it never really leaves, try as I may.
I hope that there is a time,
When I don't have to kill again.
From the Yeerks to the octopus.
I hope that happens before my end.
Author's notes: Please review! I really love helpful review and praise. Thanks for taking the time to read and enjoy my new master piece. I also want to give a big thanks to animorph19 to be my first reviewer for the poem Trust and to the others who reviewed last time.