I know the faint outline

the general shape

torn from the womb

bloody and dripping

I had no choice

I did not ask to be born

and know my anger intimately

in the barren fields

when the darkness cloaks

I did not ask to be born

do nothing, bide my time...

IT BURNS!!!

There is a wind

fanning the flames

into an inferno...

I am a war that I will never win.