Staring down a bullet
Ready to scream
fight
ready to die.
I won't go down
without a fight
but why am I not fighting?
Why does it kill me
before I step onto the
battlefield?
You're on my side
but I'm fighting you off
a seven nation army
telling me to fight
so I can bleed
and cry
and hold you
you will be
my friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem