Eternal War

Exhausted heat from battling,
numb to go head first,
weaked kneed to trudge the war,
shivering with hungered thirst.

Raised in a battlefield,
rushed through a bloody war,
always a step ahead an enemy,
but my mind has went sore.

Compelled to win the punch,
unpulsed to not give in,
aching to surrender my flag,
so ready not to win.

My life is an eternal war,
battling each day like the last,
rollercoasting open fields,
with no option to grasp.