Death, We Have Danced Poem by O.S. Brooks

I ran the other day
Breathing heavy out of shape
Like I had half a lung to go on
When my time in the army popped into my head
I tried within myself to recapture the moment
The moment is gone
I died in side when I left
So yes, Death, she and I have danced before

I was a sergeant back then
Telling others when to shoot
move-
communicate-
Training the next batch of killers
When my own brainwash ran off
I died the day I couldn't pretend
So yes, Death, she and I are friends

I hate being this way
So dark
So dismal
My thoughts run like burnt colors on a canvas
I drank water from a river and filled my canteen
hoping my sacrofice was worth it
hoping that my return was perfect
but it was defective
I died when I had no friend to rely on
My mother was there for me
And always will be
That's what mothers do
She alone has stood the test
So yes, in my time, I've met death...
Besides family
Everyone else
Can meet her too