I ran the other day <br />Breathing heavy out of shape <br />Like I had half a lung to go on <br />When my time in the army popped into my head <br />I tried within myself to recapture the moment <br />The moment is gone <br />I died in side when I left <br />So yes, Death, she and I have danced before <br /> <br />I was a sergeant back then <br />Telling others when to shoot <br />move- <br />communicate- <br />Training the next batch of killers <br />When my own brainwash ran off <br />I died the day I couldn't pretend <br />So yes, Death, she and I are friends <br /> <br />I hate being this way <br />So dark <br />So dismal <br />My thoughts run like burnt colors on a canvas <br />I drank water from a river and filled my canteen <br />hoping my sacrofice was worth it <br />hoping that my return was perfect <br />but it was defective <br />I died when I had no friend to rely on <br />My mother was there for me <br />And always will be <br />That's what mothers do <br />She alone has stood the test <br />So yes, in my time, I've met death... <br />Besides family <br /> Everyone else <br /> Can meet her too<br /><br />O.S. Brooks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-we-have-danced/
