Blast of the Battallion
Closed in a fist of an armored battalion was a clamp of overlapping actions
Waves of trees and warmth touch of air breeze gives the feeling of an incoming execution
Staggering moments place me in the crucial reality where I am bound to face the mighty swords of blocks per piece of emotions
I was afraid
Composed of guilt and confusion
Lost and almost gone out of my innate
Headed by galleons, I was trucked in a deep excavation
Thinking merely on how to continue the my march without devastation
Anew of everything, my hearts runs bit by bit, fast, swift, constant
Away from the firing bullets of enmity I try to calm down
But a cannon fires!
Hurriedly I aim for the barb wires, giving up my body off to the Bermuda grass, trying hard to be off stain of the muddy ground, but failed.
I was in agony in hurry and odd
“The cannon are firing”, I shouted
But none of the many heard, with me, only are the shadows of chain of people, still hopping, together singing, as if I wasn’t there, as if I shouted nothing.
All of them except me, everybody’s enjoying.
I was alone, alone, alone
In the room of poor light, in place of the dimming contiguous
I was afraid
I was alone
There the riffle is within me, but the trigger is in far off distance
Somebody familiar has it
An inch between my eyeball, something is begging to come out, but it never did, nor does it been given a chance to be entertained, it was ignored.
The cannon shots again, But nobody stand a chance to react, not even me.
For i know that it’ll be futile. He will never listen!
And so I am afraid, I am alone.
It’s pulling off my dignity
It’s crucifying my integrity
It’s ruining me as an entity
It corrupts my certainty
It turns everything to ambiguity.