Helpless

I abhor them, 

these delicate hands. 

A painful reminder of

just how good for nothing I am. 

Used to being a princess, 

now I'm just someone homeless. 

I wander in fruitless searches,

wondering in a trance, 

I stay still as always. 

How long has it been? 

I still can't find the right way. 

Oh how useless I'm am! 

What right do I have to keep on breathing? 

I feel sorry,perhaps I was born aimless. 

With no loss and no success, 

I'm just a pile of waste. 

Where's my conscience?

maybe devoured by a devil, 

torn into bits and pieces.

A heavy heart filled with guilt, 

yet it brings no change , 

for I still brew new regrets

this very constant phase. 

A coward like me, 

only wishing for peace, 

where's the pre requisite spirit of war? 

No wonder I always just retreat. 

I wish to tear myself apart. 

Perhaps then only will I be reborn as a warrior queen. 

Perhaps then,atleast,I'll be able to protect my beloved.