Going through the fray,
Thrown in to fight another day.
Fields of fire and smolder.
Bullets, lead astray.
Seen my first as a soldier,
Not on a screen I'm not holdin' controllers.
Seems like a scene as I wrote, and composed it.
Gotta hold my composure,
As the 2nd, and 3rd world takes its toll on my shoulders .
I wonder this place getting older and older.
Seen the worst, seems this curse as a whole gets colder.
Finding heat deep inside the shade.
Vovkodav.
Shadows overcast, to reap me of the pain.

© rossdops