The Battle

Poem I wrote years ago

People calling, voices screaming.
Dying...

Some men hear them, others stare.
Glassy...

Eyes straining for light.
Darkness...

Ears straining for sound.
Only silence...

Lungs straining for sweet breath.
Smoke...

Limbs straining for movement.
Still...

Another place to go.
So far away...

Run from the death.
Flee...

A hand in the darkness.
Take it...