Toy Soldiers

Broken,
Collect the pieces,
Shatter the shards,
Little does anybody know
It’s all already
Turned to dust,
Scattered on the wind
A nostalgic memory,
Wash over me,
Take this life away,
Far away I can
Hear the battle
Raging on,
Here we are,
Like dead toy soldiers,
Unable to fight,
Yet unable to live,
If I close my eyes,
I can taste it,
On the tip of my
Fear enflamed tongue
The taste getting
Stronger,
Trying to fight off
My will
A warcry resounds
And I’m slipping
Ever so slowly,
For one more
Chance to see
Them all again,
To be able to say
“I’m home.” again,
I’d do anything,
But fade away,
I’ll just remain
This way,
Dying with those
Around me,
Those who I’ve
Killed with,
Those I’ve eaten,
Slept with,
Those, who, like me,
Will be just another
Nameless death,
An unrecognizable body
After the battle
Wounds are wiped away,
Just another death
Towards freedom,
That I will never
Be able to feel,
The taste goes from
My throat  and
Leaks out of my
Brain, dying my
World in a fuzzy
Black and white,
The taste,
So cold…
So….
Taking over me…
Death.
~Kaitlin Platti~