28 October 2012
My back is sore,
My limbs are shaking,
In this war,
I'll continue waking,
Death day by day,
And the pain in their eyes,
Making my way,
As the others still die,
Sweaty palms,
Head always pounding,
Constant alarms,
Are loudly sounding,
Blood and sweat,
Are the cause for my tears,
I wish to reset,
My worry filled years.
Worry • Opuss № I