Coward Sword

I am destroyed...with no sign of life
By my own... I switched off the brightest light
Away from pain...or any life's dirty game
My land has..its own type of sorrow and blame
Of me being worst..
Not capable of being even the last resort
Drowning in lake..no one to save
The irony is...my hands can't also be waved
As they have been cut...by situation's sword
Which was from both way coward
Attacked from behind
That too when I was blind
And thinking of itself being of biggest mind
Yes they mock...of me being a wall clock
Which runs to its full but being at a place
Which shows other motion, itself being at stay
Hope someone could know my life
Although it has been almost wiped
Still it has few space, to be captured by them
Whom I had often thought of coming for help.