Battlefield

I stood there, with dust covering half my face and a tattered white cotton dress barely covering my body. Exhausted by everything around and fatigued by even the slightest movement of breath, I walked the steps down, in the hope to gain some leverage to my pains but four steps far, I collapsed.. like a deadbeat body hitting the floor, my legs gave away to the weight of not my bones and flesh, those held no value at this point, but to that of the pain my heart and truth my soul was carrying. I looked for solace around me, a wall to lean on and embelish my sorrows within but it felt like everything was death, unattainable and unreachable.

Your footsteps felt like piercing petals.. I know it's you but the feeling of not being alone has etched a dark corner in my mind that it trusts no one but itself. I smell the blood stains coming from your jacket, I feel the trembling of your scared hands, I hear the gunshots coming from your ears, yet, I look into your eyes and still the treacherous game of politics is still being played. I lay my head on your shoulder and slip my arm behind yours, curling my fingers into yours. Your fingers shy away from holding mine, your pulse runs back to your heart and refuses to meet mine.. and then I feel the deep gash in your hand. I try to move more in, but you only allow so much and I realize that at this moment, I'm not only with a man that I oh so deeply love, but with an army of ideas and a crusade of emotions of which only I am one small part of. I realize my destiny in this passing moment, and you realize your fortune.