A man, left to die in a battlefield after a fierce war, reflects on and questions the value of it all. Sequel coming...
My pitiful body left to rot
The mild night breezes sweeping over me
I can't believe I was shot
My mind drifts back to war
The deafening shots ringing
Survive and kill: our only mission
Our death songs we were singing
We entered into the field
Our hearts hanging on our breasts
The valor we would gain, the glory we'd receive
But first there was the test
The battle was fierce
The fray hot
Bullets everywhere
Yet we still fought
One-by-one we fell
Bodies falling left and right
We should've turned back
But we had to prove our might
I felt the pain
Right below my chest
I fell to the ground
Motioned towards the rest
I was left in the grass
My body mutilated, frayed
I don't blame my comrades
They all know the price should they have stayed
Hours passed, day turned into night
The sun set and the moon rose
All the while I was writhing in pain
Yet this was the path I had chose
What had I done?
What was this pain?
I didn't want this
I only wanted to gain
It should have been perfect
Should have been set
I had wagered the costs, considered the odds
It was a safe bet!
Had I been too rash?
Did I make a decision too quick?
I misjudged the situation
My stupidity makes me sick
How foolish was I!
So stupid to rush in
It wasn't even that important
So why did I risk my sin?
I was cut down, destroyed
But not after I had had my say
They suffered as much as I
Knowing that made it all okay
Wait; what did I just say?
I just killed countless "enemies", strangers, unknowns
These might have been friends
But I turned them into bones
O how ignorant was I!
To not see the stupidity of my action
It was a trivial matter
And we were really of the same faction
My suffering is justified
My pain appropriate
I should've seen clearer
Now I pay, but I deserve this shit
As I pass into the void
I'm able to see clear
I chose the wrong fight, the wrong pointless fight
All because of my fear
If I could go back, I wouldn't have enlisted
I would take back all that was done and said
But I learned my lesson too late
For now, I am dead
Poetry by Xuxa
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Written on 2006-09-04 at 22:50
Tags Drama War Regret
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The Skirmish; The War
Forsaken here under the moonlightMy pitiful body left to rot
The mild night breezes sweeping over me
I can't believe I was shot
My mind drifts back to war
The deafening shots ringing
Survive and kill: our only mission
Our death songs we were singing
We entered into the field
Our hearts hanging on our breasts
The valor we would gain, the glory we'd receive
But first there was the test
The battle was fierce
The fray hot
Bullets everywhere
Yet we still fought
One-by-one we fell
Bodies falling left and right
We should've turned back
But we had to prove our might
I felt the pain
Right below my chest
I fell to the ground
Motioned towards the rest
I was left in the grass
My body mutilated, frayed
I don't blame my comrades
They all know the price should they have stayed
Hours passed, day turned into night
The sun set and the moon rose
All the while I was writhing in pain
Yet this was the path I had chose
What had I done?
What was this pain?
I didn't want this
I only wanted to gain
It should have been perfect
Should have been set
I had wagered the costs, considered the odds
It was a safe bet!
Had I been too rash?
Did I make a decision too quick?
I misjudged the situation
My stupidity makes me sick
How foolish was I!
So stupid to rush in
It wasn't even that important
So why did I risk my sin?
I was cut down, destroyed
But not after I had had my say
They suffered as much as I
Knowing that made it all okay
Wait; what did I just say?
I just killed countless "enemies", strangers, unknowns
These might have been friends
But I turned them into bones
O how ignorant was I!
To not see the stupidity of my action
It was a trivial matter
And we were really of the same faction
My suffering is justified
My pain appropriate
I should've seen clearer
Now I pay, but I deserve this shit
As I pass into the void
I'm able to see clear
I chose the wrong fight, the wrong pointless fight
All because of my fear
If I could go back, I wouldn't have enlisted
I would take back all that was done and said
But I learned my lesson too late
For now, I am dead
Poetry by Xuxa
Read 888 times
Written on 2006-09-04 at 22:50
Tags Drama War Regret
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