ONE
I lay here, as the wind blows mockingly, the rain lashes furiously and thunder roars angrily.
A snowflake floats down near my face and my eyes follow it to where it lands softly.
It lands in a puddle of blood and dissolves into the red liquid.
With the fingertips of my broken hand, I can feel its warmth and thickness.
I will myself to get up and walk away.
My body does not obey my command, my cry, my desperate plead.
With blurry vision, my eyes look around to seek help.
I can feel it slowly,
Just like the blood from my chest,
My time is trickling away,
Slowly,
My life is ending,
Slowly
All around me, men fight,
Brothers kill and are killed.
Little by little, my breath slows,
My vision falters,
My eyelids close,
And as my breath dies,
A last thought flickers into my mind.
I will not be able to keep my promise.
Forgive me
Forget me