no man’s land

ask the moon
for she becomes the sole witness
of this love tragedy
that’s too late to bloom
yet too soon to wither
you come by to my window
each time, overshadowing the moonlight
no sweet good night nor even a goodbye

so here i am
standing still in a no man’s land
with bloods all over my hands
and my wounded little heart as my only weapon
as i make up my mind
to choose to leave this war zone
half-wanted & half-finished
perhaps half-started on your end
what’s the point of being a war veteran
and fighting for this land of no man, anyway?

one day i will rise
all alone and barefooted
in my white gown full of bloodstains
vaguely you will see
the traces of blood on my hands
gradually you will smell
its metallic odor filling up your sense
in another no man’s land
i will fight
we both will fight for it