Left Behind

I know what it’s like,

To be left behind,

Fire and fury,

Fill my mind,

Duty or stubbornness,

One makes me stay,

While everyone else,

They’ve gone away,

The road is lonesome,

When I am there,

My brain breaks down,

To a state of disrepair,

Cold and soulless,

The path ahead,

Would anyone care,

If I were dead,

They don’t know it,

But they rely on me,

For my efforts,

Set them free,

For I fight,

At the gates of hell,

I stem the tide,

And do it well,

Like a golem,

A man of stone,

Strong and sturdy,

I face it alone.

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