After a while of nothing i thought i'd trying writing again :)

criticisms welcome as always



A Hard Battle Won

Bullets fly, Soldiers die, Widows Cry
And yet we never question why
We only know what our orders are
To follow them however far

We are the first line, those out in front
Who are fully prepared to take the brunt
Of the horrors the opposition lay to wait
Ready to bring us to our fate

We lock, cock and load our guns
Sling our Equipment and with that we run
Into whatever mess awaits out there
Out in that smokey, choked up air

The scene explodes, the volume peaks
The ground is shaken and we hear the shrieks
Of Missles screaming through the air
The Gunshots and booms too loud to bear

Yet the chaos unfolding, springs to mind
Something i thought i'd never find
A sense of purpose, a clear cut truth
"This is what i'm meant to do"

Blood and guts come into view
From Enemies and allies who
Like me had a thought that they
Had the chance to seize the day

My objective in sight, nerves of might
I push through the lines, i step up my fight
Then finally after pain and toil
I plant my flag there in the soil

My body it aches, my hands they shake
My nerves while tense they did not break
I Put the controller down and smile
My High Score is safe for at least a while

My job is done, the battle is won
My teammates praise me under the hot desert sun
I announce "i'll brb my friends"

~"After dinner, that's when we'll fight again" ~







Poetry by ~Johny~
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Written on 2011-08-31 at 02:14

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