Lost War
I’ve always wonder what would happen if I called it quits. If I, the one who never said ‘die’, walked away from what made me who I am. Well, the truth is, I’m not walking away from that because who I am is who I am. This poem dictates me calling it quits on the war with my past animosities, issues, conflicts, and mistakes.
No longer will those mistakes consume me
no longer will my conscience loom over me
No longer will this pain hit my soul
Because finally the story of my past is told
I speak the words of a war that was lost
The Lost War of Evolution, I paid a truly high cost























