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Battle Lost
I feel it in the air
Despair
Battle fought, battle lost
A fight that cost
Can’t look, don’t dare
My brain can’t bear
What’s behind me
Want to see
What’s wrong
Stay strong
I shout
Can’t find out
Why I didn’t die
I just cry
Turn round
Death owns the ground
There’s nothing like
The horrid site
Of great friends
When their life ends
Raise my gun
Why was I the only one?
Bullet through my head
Then I’m dead.
Hmm
This is a very mindboggling piece, yes? 'Battle Lost' stupefies me, because your friends die first, then you kill yourself. Are you nothing without your friends? Can you not stand alone? I learn that incompetent soldiers are usually the first to get hurt, because they are either complacent or just being sophomoric by horseplaying. Note to you by a special friend, anything worth having is worth fighting for, and anything worth fighting for is worth winning over. You have gotten to the end of the battle and there is silence, and you kil yourself, because you see deceased loved ones and they spell rancid? My belief as a soldier myself is if they went in battle with you, then would want you to carry on with the fight, so their death would not be vain. I'm just saying. It saddens me that you would rather die then continue the fight. Thank you for your lovely poem. Please feel freely to comment mine as well.
lol.
Yeah, weird poem this one, i don't usually write like this and if you look at my other poems i tend to think myself a fighter i guess.
i was in a weird mood when i wrote this.
We all have a sob story, but mines worse lol
dont argue