Six Feet Wide and Seven Feet Under

[madibea]

Six Feet Wide and Seven Feet Under
By Madi Bea

Seven feet under I lie
Covered in fears and dirt.

One mistake is all it takes,
A shell fallen short of mark,
That we learned the hard way.
That one mistake still ringing through our bodies.

Men scream and cry,
Bleed and die.
Some even give in to their bullets.

My eyes venture across the empty battlefield,
Weapon in my left hand,
Picture in the right,
Those baby blue eyes keeping me sane.

Her smile and laughter fill my dreams,
Halting time for just awhile.
I’m woken with a start of wonder and commotion.
The men have just begun to fight,
Our heartbeats echoing in our empty chests into our minds,
Soon becoming the only thing I hear.

My eyes venture across the dusty battlefield
Blanketed with dust, it appears to be full of clouds.
But those clouds are splattered with blood
The bright red blood of my fellow men.

The thought enters my mind as the bullet enters my body.
The clouds are splattered with bright red blood,
The blood of my comrades,
The blood of my enemies,
My blood.

Seven feet under I lie
Covered in fears and dirt.