Life Stalls
Every Muscle ached,
he blinked his eyes
at every blurry scene around him
foul stench, heavy smoke, and lots of flies
filled the air,
he squirmed as he tried to stand,
almost as if he was offered a dare,
but he just stayed where he had fallen,
voices heard, but none calling,
he tried to remain calm,
he wasn’t trying to be abusive
where life was holding death over him,
then he realized where he was,
war- torn fields, explosions, fire,
turmoil and everyone is in dire,
then no more pretend, no more fighting,
death calls,
he falls,
life stalls.
Copyright ©
Frank F. Atanacio
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