FORTY-FOUR

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'Warzone'

I put on the shield that I made on a hill,
I supposed my father had too much fun as he forgot to make me one,
I carved my name in red but it started to fade,
The indentation on it was dun by the time it got exposed to the sun.

Fighting in everyone's army as the frontline in a battle I fought like mine,
But when it was my war, my eyes turned blind as no one stood behind,
I thought fighting alone would be just fine since no one cares, no one minds,
But then the blood that was mine filling the river when I thought it  was confined.

I wish to cut open my chest to put me to rest,
Take my heart and throw it away since keeping it was such a dismay,
When they thought I  heft no other possessions that left,
I have no thoughts like they say so my feelings were array.

The battle underground where everyone hangs around,
When my hands reached out no one caught it, no one sought,
As the time mend my bone,I was drinking the poison alone,
My sin that I try to sanctify with reasons I try to justify.

My weapon was dropped when my hearbeat stop,
Trying to find the pulse but it got lost with my bulse,
The bullet pierced still in my heart but I wasn't killed,
My vision was blurry in a haze as I was stabbed in the rib with a glaive.

It was marked on me an honour unlike other,
The banner I teared down and the soilders who have fallen down,
The town crumbled overnight in a messy fight where I hide,
The war will never end if desire was the diesel that fueled up the fire.

It had been my choice refusing a fight where I will not be hoised,
Some wars that will be concluded in which I will not be included,
My wound was still open and bruised when the troops were fine but bemused,
No one cares if I die and no one sees through my lies.

tamat.

-2023

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