Battlefield

Line up, Salute. Ready your Weapons. Aim. Fire. 

Training all your life. 

to become strong enough to fight off the enemy. 

Death, death itself

The dark side crawling its way towards. 

Grabbing people in the front lines.

As others start crying watching loved ones swallowed by the black hole, 

With escalators there, one to the clouds, one to fire

As comrades are shot down next to you,

Crying out in fear and pain,

All you want to do is hold their hand and tell them its ok

That it would be worse if we were in the front lines.

I pick them up

Carrying them through forward

Healing them.

Loving them

But as I am shot down

Bleeding my blood, crying my tears

People want to help, carry me forward.

But I keep on bleeding. Losing blood and faith.

As we march forward. 

Holding the hands of the ones we care for,

Approaching the dreaded front of the lines

I dig my heels into the ground.

Death is not ready for me. 

and I am not ready for death. 

I don't want my world to go black.

But to stand here forever holding the hands of my loved ones. 

As the clouds loom over,

and the skies become darker

my blood becomes scarce,

Hope is run out.

As you march towards the front of the lines

Done with falling, bleeding, crying, carrying others in your arms

seeing the RPG rushing towards your heart, 

Was fighting in this world worth it?

Blackness.

Reviews

[Daydreamer]

Except for the introduction, I like the rest of this so much. I loved how there were many areas where I could adopt your words and relate to them from my own world. Luminous, Paige. :)

[Listmaker]

Very well written poem comparing life to a battlefield which it can be at times.

[J Todd Underhill]

Another fine poem I have read this morning, Again it would lend itself well to spoken word art. I wish you would consider sharing this on our radio show www.worldpoetryopenmic.net for more details. I think that it would translate well!

[Alia ZJ.]

*Death is not ready for me.
and I am not ready for death.*

These were the impact-ful of all the lines in the poem. You do write well, Paige. Send me a request to read when you post more. It'll be a pleasure. :)
Oh, and welcome to WC! ;)