No More Hide
Burning heat, burning inside
I must unleash this hell trapped in mind
Monster me, monster you
I can't fight if fate demands my sacrifice
In the chilling air, in the winter cold
I can't stand no more of what my eyes behold
The snow is thick, the ice is cruel
No way behind but woods for fools
The garrison is strong with this enemy of might
I know I can't make it through another night
Cut off, alone, left for dead
What difference does it mean or make if I seal that dread?
Ten rounds I have, one grenade, and a FS knife
How many can I take down before they realise?
They'll end me slow if I don't die in my attack
Need to make sure I hold one back!
The bird sings his tune in the crisp cold air
I'll go when the music stops and face their stare
I look around at the trees and say goodbye
For now for this broken soul it's time to.............
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2016
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