I QUIT

I'm a fighter born with a gun

Who promised to shoots from the dusk till it dawn

I somehow lost my shield

And the hero in me concealed

I'm a poet born with thousands of pains

Who promised to write down his tears

I somehow ran out of ink

And my poetry boat succumbed and began to sink.

I'm a writer born to inspires my world

Who promised to emptied himself for all

From the very start I got rejected

The vigour in me were somehow dejected

I was born a writer and a fighter

Who had concedes to be a loser.

Even if I may surrenders to all my flaws

My breeds will never watch this City again to fall.

But before then, I quit