I wrote this about two months ago its not really a poem but a tale.
when you get to the end decide if your alive or dead
The sky is dark.
The world is gray.
I lay in a hole.
The man next to me is dead.
I don't know how long ive been here.
I have no food
Nor, no water.
To my left is a puddle, it once was a man.
I wait patiently as the end comes.
I am a solider, a warrior, a defender, a murderer.
I cry in the darkness.
I am not ashamed.
For they tell me death is Honorable.
Death will set me free.
I embrace death.
For he is the master of both worlds.
He who can create and take.
On whim.
I am not alone.
To my right is a boy much like me.
Maybe fifteen.
He eyes show desire.
He is a fool.
He will die
Here and now.
I drag his corpse towards me.
He no longer needs his clothing.
I am not alone sleeping behind me a wounded man.
I see hope in his eyes.
He is a fool.
He will die.
Here and now
I drag his corpse towards me.
He no longer needs his rifle.
I sit
gaze
on the picture of my faith
a girl
blue eyed
blonde hair
smile on her face.
I hear the voice
he says
"elric, ten dead your turn to lead"
I drop the picture
I turn
yell
"All up on the left flank men, tighten your boots, think your last thoughts, for its our tun to die"
I blow my whistle
stand up
run
I do not her the guns, nor screams.
I close my eyes to see her face
I smile
I feel the bullet
I stumble
I feel another
I shake
I feel a third
all goes
black
I awaken
to a voice
"major,glad your back."