the stars were still there
the moon i wasn't sure
homo sapiens in their ride
not many
i left with my sword & shield
anticipating the near fight
i used to be a war lead
but time changes
even the strongest iron

butterflies won't leave my insides
flying at God-knows-how-fast Mph
banging on the roadside's curb
i had to rid them i knew
to the loo i went
down the loo they perished

the stairs seems long today
longer than its usual
knees of an old patriot fell prey
felt weak and it dangled
the railing came to the rescue
the stairs were the first to attack
but weren't the last
the war has yet to begun

and when it did
anger flourished like
hell was released
but it was all contained
after a long breath or two

it wasn't long
but it was for me
went through it anyway
though i lose
for reasons i knew
i could counter
but i wasn't bothered
to shoot another bow

to hell with you
there's no immortality
nor a trophy
to parade after the war
i have no interest
to shoot another bow
won't even try

i lose
i did
but i'll move on
with a new sword
a new knee.

note: my thesis presentation was on Friday.. which is y'terday.. went rather badly as you can read in the poetry.. but i'm so over it ;) just wanna enjoy my hours in faculty right now