Gunshots ring in my ears
allies drop dead beside me
my hands bloody
my legs sore
my teammates dead
the enemy advancing
we didn't stand a chance
seven of us left
seventy of them
the odds were against us
they had the home advantage
four more drop to the ground
muddy puddles splash at my feet
the last two stumble and crash
I was alone.
War by AshaChook
Poetry » War Rated: K, English, Poetry & Drama, Words: 66, Published: 8/12/2011