Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Fallen Comrades


They have forced me to run forward.
They have pushed me to leave them behind.

Reluctantly,
I escaped this field
of shell shocked and mortally wounded
syllables.

...

I've returned.

"Where are you, my friends!?" I called out.
But my halted breaths
fell on unhearing ears.

"The worst is already over, my friends!" I shouted.
Yet the screams of silence
soon confirmed

fears of finding words
now fallen comrades in combat
on a god forsaken earth.

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