Roar

Swords swing in an endless war,
Through the air spears soar,
Human warrior left to explore.

Does it matter anymore,
Shut the door,
Leave me here and ignore.

I am so sorry for,
My body gone ashore,
Set into this hardcore.

I\'m sick of fighting,
Send me off to the liquor store,
Hear me painfully roar.

Ian Robert Potapoff