Forsaken

Where arrows, slender, sing and die,
you stare upon the trusted sky.
Victorious glut, you've lost.
Seeking second comes with a cost.

Made to retreat to the hill,
where the bison once stood tall,
you are small, smaller
than you made them all.

You cornered yourself,
an imbecile amid
true warriors, unlike you.
Your stance, your fear;
none greater.

There upon the territory,
where vanity won, you lose.
They scalp your dignity,
as if you had some.

Veins thick with humility,
spilt upon the stolen ground.
Defiled amidst the defiled,
your stained legend the only sound.

Victorious glut, you've lost.
Seeking second came with a cost.
Where arrows, slender, sing and die,
you stare upon the trusted sky,
forsaken.



This poem has been the most difficult for readers to comment on. A hint: it's like imagining yourself like Gen. Custer and if wondering if he felt any guilt for his past atrocities while dying. 

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