In the line of cross fire

Finding strength in making tough decisions

Huddled in the corner with shrapnel flying from all directons

Out of control, bullets spraying everywhere

I was in shock. How the f**k did I end up here

Blinded by the Truth, too frightened to confront my demons I cowardly hid in my corner

 

It's time for me to fire back or wait for fate

I wanted to do something, it is obvious I had to fire and try to reach safety

Knowing the Truth is daunting when it's so clear

Fed myself with lies all my life, the moment is NOW that I face the skeletons or resign to death.

Death by choice, that's suicide

No way, was I going down that road.

In split second instinct, I shot my way out to safety.

Self-preservation and desperation made me see the Truth about myself

I'm a survivor. 

 

Reviews

[Snuggles McClintock]

I really appreciate what you are doing with this piece, Martin!
I find you statement: Knowing the Truth is daunting when it's so clear to be very philosophic.

I do have one suggestion:
"Decision time - Do I fire back and make a run for it?" I find questions to be very seldom useful in poetry. they can be redundant. Here I would perhaps rephrasing, to something like it's time for me to decide to fire back or wait for fate.

I only suggest this because taking the question out puts more immediacy to the only two options presented to your narrator, putting a question to it makes it seem like there may be a weird third option which could occur.

[Tate Morgan]

BRAVERY IS NOT THE DUMB ATHLETE THAT DOESNT CARE OR KNOW THE DANGER.IT IS THE INTELLIGENT THOUGHT i MIGHT DIE.AND THE SELFLESS ACT TO HELP ANOTHER AGAINST THAT FEAR.EVEN IF THAT PERSON IS YOUR OWN SOUL CRYING TO LIVE.
TATE