Originally written for the Spilled Inc Collab.. I edited it and added the start and finish.
Heart's War
Through the scope, i see caring and heart-throb in distance..
Through the scope, i see hopeful dreams - optimistic in consistence..
Through the scope, i see blazing fields with family 'twined together..
Through my scope, i see destruction, and love torn at tether..
Dont remember what im doing here..... or why i journey'd at all..
Mind fixed on temperance and plight, of when my physical came to call.
Synical minds have fallen, just as my mental strength shed its skin..
Now im rooted in mud, stood, in this trench.. not hurt - just bleeding within,
Holding my rifle, i take aim with gods forgiveness, to ensure the safety of fellow men..
Scolding in trifle, a mixture of thoughts sweep me - my arm shivers in hesitation once again..
All is silent, the men i care for - are caring for their wounds..
Desperately deprived of oxygen, in place are artificial foods..
In debt with happiness, simply because we credit in on rationed sunlight..
The rain smearing my tears of blood, understood by others - my appearance is unsightly.
We were separately.............. divided, defencelessly, into divisions..
Were all on the same lines, knowing we'll die from weapon, or no provisions..
My only friend - my pen.... and my only family - them..
Knowing forewell that the small chance of survival will haunt me, again and again..
These strangers that are silhouettes....... strung out sideways, from my sight,
I can hear only their whimpering hearts beating in the silence tonight..
Every night has a change, the dim heartbeats lessen over time..
The gunshots dimmer in hearing, as this grim meadow of death scars the mind..
I imagine what its like to die, wonder whether to arise..
I know im too strong to die afront my friends.. Sparkles like gunshots gloss my eyes..
Stiff under star riddled skies and still soldiers listen to lies, politics i will never understand -
So imagine my demise, when this mans life lies within the creation in my hand..
Through the scope, i see suffering banished from him so far...
Through the scope, i see glittered things - decorate this mans heart..
Through the scope, his child-to-be waits for father-to-be returned..
Through my scope.... I Take away... The life this man deserves
Story is, a sniper in a trench confronting his emotions and conscience at the same time. He has his scope fixed on an enemy, but is battling his newly erected morals as to what he is doing by pulling the trigger.
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