Lost Narrative Poetry

ω) What kills me here is not a crime of war

Well... I've been running around all day today, and I'm still on the construction site. I don't know if I can go back before early this morning...

The despair derived from an empty life... Ahem, I mean, the construction team made a mistake and wasted half a day;

There were also minor mistakes made by my parents, mainly because they wanted to save money, but ended up not using it at all and wasting time. I could only make up for it overnight——

But after I rushed to the town, the shops were closed early in the remote countryside. I was harassed back and forth from house to house, and it took me more than an hour to barely buy something...

Then there were many problems. For example, when the aunt who was sent to help went home, she had to walk through a mountainous road for more than ten miles. There was no village in front and no shops in the back. There were only mountains and trees. Then I had to discredit myself and rush back...

For example, it was too dark and I almost fell into a pit. I thought I was safe, but I guess it was because it was too cold and my senses were dull. Later I discovered that my whole leg was covered in blood. Now I started to feel the pain. Let’s go. I was limping all the way...

Well, that’s basically it. I’ll make up for it tomorrow. Sorry...ω)