Boundaries crossed
Lines divided
Shots being fired your way
Too weak to fight back
You face death straight on
Friends turned to enemies
The land soiled with blood
Gun firing rings through the silence
The moon ascends over the horizon
Death lingers in the air
Ravins call out from above
Waiting for the war to be done
Walking forward, though you are weak
Shot after shot hit you
Yet you still go on
Striking down any enemies in your path
Bodies lie at your feet
Striking your sword into the ground
You lean on it, panting
Blood pours from your wounds
As your vision fades
Falling to your knees
You throw your head up to the sky
And let out your last war cry
The battle is won
But the war is lost
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Yours
PoetryWARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU BECOME EASILY SAD These are depressing poems. I advise you to not read them if you are young or your heart strings can be easily pulled.
