| He dragged
himself through the trenches dug by hate. His limbs were hanging by the mere skin that covered it once. The only thought circling in his mind was, “survive.” The rest of his actions were in pure automation to this cause. Unknown weapons siege him, formidable opponents they assisted. The battle was one he chanced upon, yet here he bled. Destruction asked not whom he supported in war. It just rang out its fury; obliterating everything known. The unknown and unseen are enemy to all those with eyes and minds. It roams this world in a fashion we can’t really apprehend. It sneaks in its volatile way; and cause unpredictable effects every day. It is that which is hidden from our senses, which surprises our minds. Caught in a war he knew not existed; his blood flowed in vane. His energy disbursed in a field he never wanted to own. He grunted to his feet; with his limbs still hanging lose. And in this moment; wished it to change, he refused to be a victim. One by one his limbs pulled together, fueled by hope. His heart beat became regular as he embraced forgiveness. We are a lot tougher than what we perceive, in the physical and the not. See I am this man; and I refuse to be at negative effect of others. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |