in this battlefield
is loneliness;
Not having a side to pick,
it feels exactly like homeless.
Not having a place to stay,
it feels exactly like no friends.
Even the feelings feel out of sides;
out of places.
There’s no home in a battlefield;
there’s no friends in a battlefield.
And the worst part is,
that this is not even my battle;
but here I am,
stuck,
and alone in this chaos.
There’s no home in a battlefield;
there’s no friends in a battlefield.
And the worst part is,
that this is not even my battle;
but here I am,
stuck,
and alone in this chaos.
Disclaimer: All poems may be or may not be from my own experience. Some are merely from observations. Just chill, don't speculate. I’m just trying to be ‘creative’ here 😝😝 ✌🏽
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