I extend a hand to save
To put pressure on the gushing wounds
Of the fallen soldiers around me
The agonizing cries of need bring me to my knees and
Eyes closed (as they have always been)
I crawl across the battlefield
Desperate grips of wounded souls aggressively grab at me
Slow me down
Rip my clothes
Pull my hair
Tear my skin
Steal my breath
I bear the beating, my heart still bleeding
I cry out "I ONLY WANT TO HELP YOU"
And with this they laugh and tighten their grip around my throat
While gasping for air I realize
That the dying are already resigned to being dead
Despite their convincing pleas, all they desire is to pull you down amongst them
And watch the warm, fresh blood
That flushes your cheeks with hope and life
Soak into the grass
To watch your soul turn as black as theirs
I lie now, bleeding out
My eyes never so wide open
Waiting for the lights to dim
For the music to fade
I stare at the corpse beside me
Content in his discontentment
Studying me with interest
Turning his head in intrigue
Wondering how long it will take my pink, freckled skin to match his gray
My eyelids feeling heavy
I fight for a few more seconds
For one more sight of my world
I look to the sky, the very same sky I've always looked to
And remember...
I'm alive.
It hits me all at once, with the rush of a starting shot
I jump to my feet
The blood i've lost trailing up with me and running back into my veins
The breath i've lost inflating my lungs
And I run
Without once glance back at those
Content in their Dicontentment
From the poetry section, read the original here: Original Poem