nor typing on this keyboard.
Only someone who fell in love
with someone who did not love her back.
Who gave out of love and made bad decisions
while doing so.
Who still feels lost, even though time has past
and the hurt should be fading, but it is
still there, buried deep.
Who battles and while fighting
with all her heart, can see the war is lost.
Wearing armor that is hollow, she now stands breathing
hard, sword stuck in the dirt at her feet.
The battlefield of her life lays empty
before tired eyes, any rewards won are
long lost.
Wiping away sweat that stings her eyes, turning
and walking off the field, no winner in this life;
her grounded sword left behind.
Ghosts from her past follow her silently.
They were lost, but still remain accompanying
a failed warrior, hushed but present, reminders
of a different day.
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