Closing In On Me
Blood is streaming from all of my wounds.
Searing pain resonates throughout my body.
I try to speak, only to swallow more blood.
Every single movement, seems to take a lifetime.
People are shouting, yet all I hear is a high pitched ringing.
The injured and dead near me,
yet all I can smell is the aroma of gunpowder.
The sun descends upon the horizon,
as the shadows of death are closing in on me.
Note: Dedicated to Military personnel who died in battle.
Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2010
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