poem 6

you know i hate fighting
at least face to face

i haven't touched a sword since manhatten
i haven't even worn my bow and arrow chain
in months

every time i look at it 
i'm brought back

i miss my siblings
i miss michael and lee

you would have helped me
if you were here

you would have told me that it's okay
that i can fight and nothing bad will happen

we'll be there soon, percy
i swear on the river styx
i will be there soon.