Smoke rose in pillars from the field
Fires blasted the soldiers with heat
Sweat dripped down their brows already
Gunfire was heard in the distance
as were the pained screams of dying men
The smell of copper field the air
before the stench of burning flesh joined it
Time dragged for the victims of battle
Commanding shouts led men to fight
Swords clashed and dirks appeared
hoping to kill before another shot fired
The mix of sounds left the young boy horrified
He gagged as he struggled to find his commander
The faces of friend and foe both fierce and unwelcoming
Clutching the dagger to his heart
his feet stuck in the bog
He fell, left to crawl amongst the bodies
and pray not to be trampled
His eyes met the fear filled gaze of an enemy warrior
A gunshot echoed above them and he screamed
sinking the black blade into the other man’s heart
His hands shook, leaving it embedded
And he rose
The commander found him as the others retreated
Paralyzed, he was lifted onto the steed
He’d never felt so tired
It clung to his limbs like wet clothing,
pulling, pulling, pulling
until he sunk beneath its surface
The panted breaths of the horse were all he heard.
We heard Death’s voice today
As It whispered in our ears
Another friend has gone away
Just as we had feared
We felt Death’s hand today
As It rested upon our shoulders
The crushing pain has come again
Put upon us like a boulder
We said goodbye to Death today
As It called Baxter’s name
His paws clicked as he walked away
And with his brothers, he’s gone to play
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RIP Baxter (04/14/2020). You were a good friend to my sister and my mom. You kept a piece of our grandparents with us. You reminded us of Dodger and Jasper before they passed. You were a sweetheart who played the part of cantankerous a**hole and still you were loved for it. You will be missed and your place can never be taken. Have fun in your healed body and say hi to Jasper and Dodger for us.
September 30th
A family gene
that jumped over her
#Charm
She couldn’t
Not with a filthy mouth
or dirty mind
Honesty in every word
She couldn’t
Not with a fearful heart
or dark soul
Her pain wishing to spill
Her family
#Charmed
Friends from foe
Neighbour
Stranger
But not her.
October 1st
My #identity is pasted on plastic cards
With a name
My height
My birth date
My address
But I am more
than a shitty picture
and basic details.
I have a voice
A face under my mask
Paper and Plastic
don’t define me.
October 2nd
#Trust is another thing
that rusts.
Breaks like a chain.
Nobody’s mistake.
October 3rd
This sword is sharp
Meant to cut
Render flesh
Into ribbons
Draw blood
With a jab
It’s thin
Like my #patience
Worn down
By quick words
And quicker stabs
Perhaps it’s best
I wield a wooden weapon
At least
Until I’ve proven
My #patience is stronger
My lips sealed
October 4th
Like a sun inside
The light fades
And #dims to darkness
Hides behind frowns
Forgets how
To even smile
She tries to rekindle
Reignite the flame
But the wick remains
Unburnt
The lighter flashes
To life yet drains away
And she remains
#dimmed
Kember's Journey 