Motivational Poetry: Going Out With a Bang
The bullets pierce me
Like hot irons melting my flesh
And still I run the gauntlet
Without regard to the life
That spills from each open wound
Blood lust and anger
Keep me focused on my objective
In my mind I can see the enemy
A sadistic son of a bitch
Laughing at the pain he has caused
I cannot allow him,
The satisfaction of winning this war.
I charge the line
Splaying mercenaries apart
Hacking and slashing
Anything standing before me
Battle raged,
To my very limits
I walk the last few steps
To stand before him
I look him straight in the eyes
He smiles as he unloads his clip
My body falls lifeless to the floor
He moves in closer
To revel in his kill
Only to find me laughing maniacally
“What’s so funny?
You’re about to die.”
I show him my hand,
Holding a grenade firmly
With the pin pulled out.
“Here’s to going out with a bang!”
