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Life The Battle

Short story By: Dakotah
Fantasy



I just want to lay here


Submitted:May 5, 2012    Reads: 32    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


I'm tired.

I've been fighting it for so long.

But the blows keep on coming.

I can't even remember the last time I had a chance to attack back.

It's just so swift so precise.

So many think I'm strong.

I have to be strong; too many can't stand to see me fall.

The crows circle overhead waiting for me to fall and not get up.

Waiting for the circle of spectators around me to disperse.

To give up on me.

The armor I made is broken

Pierced by its sharp blades

This wasn't fair, it knew my weak spots

Where and when to hit.

But everyone warned me it wasn't going to be fair

I feel like I've fought for so long

But it's not even to close to how long others have fought

My opponent isn't even as strong as others have been

I'm weak.

I know it

I want to be strong.

I want to prove to all those watching that I can win this

That I can push it to the ground and give the finishing blow

But I can't

It's just too quick.

I'm too easily knocked down now

I need this round to end

I need to go back to my corner

Hold on to what I'm used to

Laying here face first in the mud feels so good

But I know I need to get up, she won't let me forget.

I'm scared of the day I can't get up.

Because that day I'll know I'll lose everything

That day I'll know I'll lay there and stare into the lifeless eyes of my foe

And lose myself





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