Pages In Time: A Poetry Collection

Martyr

The world is spinning
I don't know why
I try to get up
But it hurts my side.

I look up and
The world is a blur
I touch my eyes
My hand filled with blood.

The noises around cut off
By the haunting of the rain
The sizzling noise of the fire dying
The dead no longer groaning in pain.

It makes no sense
Yet is all so clear
We all are lambs for slaughter here
Martyrs who will be unknown
Dying for causes not our own.

I collect myself
And push off the ground
Duck behind a rock nearby.
Nameless those martyrs
On the field all strewn across
Are they of our country
Or the one fighting us?

They lay so still
With staring unblinking eyes
No sign of fear on their face
Graceful in their dying grace

The clouds weep for the fallen
And earth embraces them
Their blood like streams of water
Seemingly spiller everywhere.

But those who death had passed
Countinue to loudly groan and grieve
The agony that clenched our hearts
Slowly tearing our lives apart.

I felt it hit out of nowhere
I knew my journey is at its end
The pain shot through
Yet all was numb
There was panic all around
Yet I felt too calm.

I am destined to be a martyr
Now sleep sound so dear
But oh my loved ones
Do not lose heart
For your safety and care
It's a small sacrifice from the start.

Now I must go
The light draws near
But always remember
This nameless martyr.