Leading You left a essence of death trailing to my heart

Death Due Us Part We had become so alike; you're suicide was mine.

Hayes #poem The blood oozed out A waterfall of red, Not stopping the arm lifts and aims The noise of two rocks colliding erupts Ringing through out their ears For a second the mass moves indentation, Then merges to fill the void Hayes drops the rifle and falls behind Patched wound Replayed through Again and again Five times over

Middle It's carried from billowing clouds surrounded in green, floating through the air with the grace of a feather descending down settling in to the mother of #life. Seasons blow past and the clouds shrink and green withers coating the ends with frost. It stays still, not dead or alive for it hadn't stayed to die or moved to live. It was no mans land a place only a few stayed for long,the middle. Understanding both top and bottom of the stick. To be at the bottom you had to once live at the top but to get up you had to have left. Strays in the middle had to once have known #life to know they weren't alive but came close to death to know that pain wasn't emitted within long enough to be a bliss of numbness after. There was pain and numbness suggesting you were both; alive and dead. A pain that is only felt alive like heartache or feeling useless and a numbness that is left for the dead,even if they found a place to go there wasn't sorrow or relief but a rawness of nothing. And so it stayed because to move meant to live but to continue meant to die and while the question was inevitable the decision was not;was living worth suffering or was deaths numbness a reward?

Wilson #poem WW11 It's a yes or no answer Shall I kill thousands of my own men Or witness and ignore the screams of more? Risk innocent hearts to sinful soldiers, at last become captive holders? Brainwash my own that death of others Is alright to the grieving mothers? Those departed to the war, Not know what behold the shore Foreign land they walk upon Open fires blazing on Burning through the frozen land To warm what once they had in hand Reports of death coming near Bringing others to their fears Hoping to close the deal Caring not of what others feel Shattered innocence Forever missing; adolescence We united stand among Centuries of longing to become Joining not out of hate But because of destiny and fate