Rising smoke
Blazing through the night
Anguished screams
Ringing in my ears
The field is lined
With those who already lost
Bleeding and sore
Bombarded with pain
I stumble
A sword on the right
White flag on the left
The farther I fall
The higher it rises
Who will win
Who will lose
Only time will tell
Very true. Excellent write. I liked MUCH!!!
ReplyDeleteHenry Clemmons