Battle Wounds

How I feel right now.... :(

The commander and chief said to engage

War of words advanced, the tempers enrage

Words shot precise to make a deadly mark

Mines planted hidden triggering a spark

Capturing feelings and ripping to shreds

Messing with emotions tearing of threads

No helmet was worn just fear gripping tight

Trying to win the argument in a snipers sight

Grenade explosions ringing my damaged ears

Bayonet launches left bleeding with some fears

My support is gone just left to carry the war time

Where battle rages on and no one seeing a crime

With words hitting deep piercing my soul

No medics around to repair the soldier whole

Just lie in a ditch with sand covering my face

Alone, shattered hoping death I will embrace.

Reviews

[Sarah]

Oh simba, your medic is here

[Bohrium Guy]

Oh how I wish.... A lot of problems would be solved on both sides...

[Sarah]

Your medic is here even if its miles apart (and on pain meds)