Battlefield


Death caressed your body,

and teased you with explosions

setting off near where you stood.

Terrified, Death tries to erase your consciousness

when there was only one thing on your mind;

Breathe, live, survive.


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  1. Kanishk Kakar6 October 2017 at 11:24

    The desire to live is communicated strongly in the poem. Do you feel that it might work better if there were a stanza break before 'terrified'?

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