I can feel it in my blood
The end is near,
I have few memories to caress
My many tears.
What once lit my soul
Now dims in fear,
I am no longer I
Me is no longer here.
I’ve walked these roads
One too many times,
And each time I walk,
The more I wanna cry,
though,the more I cry
The less I realize
That only for true love,
A true heart will vie.
Yet, why do I sit here
Only to sob and wallow,
when I idolize my pride,
So this pain i’ll
have to swallow.
And keep my head up,
when my heart is down
March into battle,
Where hate is profound.
And fight,
for pity is just rain
desolately pouring,
driving us insane.
And I promise,
I will win this, Devil’s game
Marchout,
For I will Remain….

This poem was written/submitted by Cierra Carr.