Toxic Battle Poem by Vishal Sharma

toxic, this vast arid wasteland,
The air ripping at your lungs,
Cities torn by war, always on the move,
this environment is killing me.
I've got nothing left to prove
Onward the battle cry lost in the decay
will this fighting ever end one can only
pray
There's no holding back time to rush
the line
Weapons clash it's head to head
Just whats left in store.
dashing toward the other side
no option but to win.
I don't know what's left
Pushing forward can't look back.
Let the battle roar around me
I won't turn my back
Heading toward the final push
hoping that they break.
Watching as they waver
Not much longer now.
Count another victory
don't let it get inside your mind
Lest the pride bring your downfall.