Shots

Gunshots fire all around me,

The air is heavy with smoke and soot,

I crotch low to the ground,

Hair tucked in my hat.

My finger on the trigger,

I hate this.

I trace the ring on my left hand,

Thinking of you I shoot,

I must live for you,

Not yet can I die.

All I see is pain and death,

Did the man I shot,

Have a wife?

Stop.

I must not give in,

To survive, I must hide,

My passion,

My sweet side.

Help me.

Running I see bodies,

I try not look,

Not that I would recognize,

Any of the remains.

The booming of the cannons,

The crisp bangs of the guns,

Seem never ending.

I see people dying,

I struggle to protect the wounded,

Careful about my low supply,

Of ammunition.

Bang.

Pain rips trough my side,

I collapse, gasping,

Dizziness over takes me.

No, I must live,

My hand clenches my side,

Blood is gushing.

Crawling feels like agony,

I need to make it back,

To the safe place.

I love you.

Tears are flowing hard now,

I might not make it,

The blood is coming fast,

Way too fast.

Help me.