Writing #5

At The Front

Bombs flying

Bodies flying like angles

My eye darts like bullets

Searching through the lifeless scene

I wonder why humans fight

Would you kill a man that has innocence?

Or just shoot at them because you were told to

I just laugh at the mess

that people had made

My friends seem so lifeless

I think they greet Death with open arms,

I think I should do too

I want to get out of the hell hole

My commander yells at me,

I just ignored him as usual,

I get out of the trench

and ran like a cheetah

Bullets flying like the wind

One hits me

I ignored it like my commander

I smiled, I was free at last