I dodge, run for cover

As my fellow soldiers fall around me

I escape only by the hair on my scalp

Bullets swiftly streak past me

Hunting, pleading for a target

Bombs explode, the ground erodes

Heat singes my exposed skin

The carnage and debris fly

Hitting my body with all it can muster

The smells invade my nostrils

The stench of scorching flesh

And of expended gun powder

As the miasma curls its tendrils around me

Making my eyes burn, blinding me

But still I charge onward

Knowing I charge toward death



The picture is mine too. I live near a cemetary, it's pretty cool. It can only be found on my facebook page, along with power poetry.


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