My Reason For Retreating
I can't see my ghost,
by Samantha Morgan
I can't breath in my fears.
What used to mean the most,
Now rains tears.
Afraid of not the toll nor the graveyard of war where I am destined to stay,
But of a person that cannot remember.
Whom has always taken my breath away.
The memories now scattered, I shall not dare to ponder the actions that may recur.
For if I do, the pain draws blood,
Thou doth shall not stain whom hands at which the blade is dawn.
But the person whom covered the sun in a blanket,
A person I should have never meet.