My Reason For Retreating

I can't see my ghost,
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.

by Samantha Morgan

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