Death of a Soldier

A dying soldier's only annoyance, as death approaches swiftly.

The world slows all about me,

the sound of war and battle dulling to my ears,

for I am a soldier,

in the face of death.

The point of the blade inches closer every moment,

I panic and hurry yet my limbs are stuck in time,

I cannot raise my arm; I cannot raise my sword,

while every passing moment, death's embraces glides closer.

No one is watching,

no one seems to care,

they are locked in their own battles,

or watching our fearless leader duel his foe.

The blade slides into my skull,

ice-cold steel straight through my brain,

I am no more,

at once my skull cracks and splits in twain.

Yet even as I fall,

I can still think of one thing,

that I have died in the midst of battle,

and no has noticed,

no one cares.

Author's Note

It's my first time writing a poem but don't let that stop you from being critical.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write. Thank you for posting...:)