your feet
so heavy
weighing you down
the land
a burden upon you
death
the scene was death
deadly
dying
everyone was dying
like a god,
you continued
feeling yourself die
a little more as each comrade was shot down
you looked immortal
but you didn't feel it
among the dead and dying
you were alive
but you didn't feel it
all you felt was terror
terror
as your legs worked like clockwork
taking you further away
A/N - a little poem I wrote on war
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A Glimpse of Fiction
Short StoryOne-shots, short stories and contest entries are in here! It's a little insight to the fictional havoc in my head.
