written by pearl

Gunshots, cannonballs —filling
the air with odours of tired souls,
they can't breathe anymore;
and I'm still rooted in my place.

Right to left, left to right
'Captain!' Have a firm grip! You
shouldn't lose weight while
tripping. And I still look ahead.

One by one; it's becoming a pile
of dead notes, yet I am supposed
to tread, and only to bear a heavy
sigh; this would be over.

Cara asked me, 'if I will be there
with her this time'— but only I
could give her a small nodding,
My brother needs me more.

The brother —with whom I shared
the same fear, when the rampant opponents thunder force, today
He's lying on my shoulder.

I couldn't save him,
I couldn't be there,
I ain't enough,
I ain't the one,

Who is the saviour?

All the clattering sounds,
Treading fears of chaos,
Only the firing gunshots,
Dropping the bombshells.

that's how every soul is lost,
I'm rattling on this battlefield.

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Does anyone remember this book? :))