Death in War
The gun shots rang in my ears,
Through my blood,
In my soul.
The smell of fire filled my nostrils.
A mixture of rain and sweat rolled in beads down my face.
The man next to me fell.
I stared at the blood pouring from the wound.
Death danced around him,
Sucking the life from him,
Slowly,
Painfully.
Looking around me, I noticed many others,
Who’s life had been claimed by death as well.
I heard the gunfire, more than I felt it.
A sharp pain shot through my body.
I fell, blood leaking through my clothes.
But death couldn’t have my life that day.
I had to fight,
For the dead,
For the living,
And for everyone.
