as windy days of autumn turn to bleak foggy dawns
and my country descends into winter
a slumber crawls to me
‘it’s been a long time fighting’
she urges to me.
it has been a long long fall.
fighting tooth and nail for it all
my memories of the recent past
almost remind me of a monster
a ten armed monster with an arm in each arm
fighting to think and fighting to speak
fighting on the inside and fighting on the out
fighting to take a step away from the dark
fighting to take a step into the future
fighting for a future that can be gone into
‘its time to rest my dear’
sweet laced her voice as she calls me to her.
a slumber so deep it’s just eternal
a sweet voice so sickening and so beckoning
i remember the screams of the fight
the tears shed for the loss
the hollering violent enemies
hollering all to loud to be able to hear.
i remember the eyes of the dead
beady, lifeless and stark
and multiple.
i remember the sheer victory
on their face, coloured saffron
a victory so vicious, it tires
i remember the defeat
i remember grasping around for something to hold onto
only to find the hand of humanity
my eyes followed her hand to her face
and met with her beady eyes, stark and lifeless.
‘rest now’ she says
fighting her words, fighting my instinct
i get up, my sole covered with shards.
i remember my homeland.
i fighting for my city.
‘come now, rest child’
“my city is in fog, I need to see it free”