thought i would try something different, hope you like it x
battlefields are muddy and dark and damp and brown
people he knew lay dead, scattered on the ground
there's barbed wire and bullets flying everywhere in sight
blood-smeared faces and screams evoked a chilling fright
he held a silver gun between his muddy, bloody hands
despite the heat they're shaking and he looks down at the ground
can he do this? he doesn't know, he's overcome with pain
but if they lose, is it really worth it if he just dies in vain
he wants his life back, he's desperate, he'll do anything
so he pulls the trigger, winces, feels the sharp sharp sting
his foot is an open hole, there's blood everywhere
he screams and cries out, none of this is fair
he returns home, injured, but safe all the same
to meet only cold eyes, turned backs and disdain
he wanted to go home but the cost was high to pay
despite being alive, he died on that day
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetry♡ a poem compilation ♡ "maybe someday, these pain-filled words will compensate for this endless suffering."
