Blood Bath ~ #poetry by @Tashtoo

There was no intent behind the bullet that shattered the glass of this mirrored illusion.
A simple game of chance, turned to roulette as the chamber emptied.
A young boy, wanting to be a man, took aim without direction
and while the shards as they flew, left us cut and bleeding,
it is the truth of ourselves we now must face.

This chem trail sky served a purpose while the illusion remained intact.
Drunk on mission operatives we had no clue we were a part of, we played our role.
Like cattle to the slaughter, we marched, on ward, forward...or so we thought
But now, we step on the same shard of the mirror, over and over again
and the pool of our wasted being only grows deeper

So many conversations in the early hours
when dawn was nothing more than an indigo glow wrapped round our horizon
dreams and aspirations long ago implanted
and we were foolish enough to think them our own.

The pool grows deeper now, every breath a struggle
I can only hold your head above it for so long, if I am to hold mine too.
I'm sorry to pull you from our dream like this, so sorry
but I'm so very tired.

A crimson glow washes over perceived reality as you drag me under
The weight I never noticed, will become my undoing
unless I find the courage to let go.
I know now, with every slice of my skin, you were always one of them.



It's OpenLinkNight at dVersePoets...time to get our words on...see you at the pub~