The Coward of the City

Let my scars bleed,
For I am the coward of the city,
I dare not to look into my scars.
The hymns of evening is stuck in my throat,
And I spit out contagious poison.
I cannot see the scars in my body,
I only see the blood oozing out,
For I am the coward of the city.
The land and the herdsmen ran away,
The women and the children disappeared.
My vanity experienced a meltdown
In the battlefield,
My swords and words search for a meaning.
Thirsty and alone,
My surroundings applause at my fate,
But I demand,
Squeeze me easily, my fate.
Dare not to befriend me,
For I'm the thorny flower in the garden.
Glad that the city has abandoned
Its coward,
For this world demands heroes,right or wrong
Who looks into their scars and
Stops the bleeding.
But I'm the coward, who looks into the blood.
Spectral lights envelope the bloody me
And guardian angels fly away,
In search of heroes.
As immovability takes charge of my body,
The vocal chords form the last
Words of cowardice,
"But what can be done when you
Are given a rusty sword and
Broken language?",
Which never came out of the mouth,
For the wrong hero has
Snatched the last breath.

A.C

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