My friend falls
hit by an enemy’s bullet
Crying out my name as he stalls
to a lifeless wreck
amongst the dead and the dying
fighting for the last breath
wailing,
he stills to an untimely rest
The deafening confusion dissolves
my cry, as he disappears out of sight
Everything around me revolves
and day thickens to night
My gun finds its target
and I wonder, “which is the enemy”,
“The figure I am aiming at
or the one within me? ”
Why do we battle each other
when we have battles raging within
why do we yearn for what’s not ours
when we can be content with what’s given
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem pretty cool man do you mind if you can give me some tips of mines cause idk about mines much i dont think about poems that i write. i just write them for no reason at all