[Espy]

War

A man
walks
cautiously
silently
stealthily
eyes never staying on one place
but roaming around
alert to sights and sounds
that spell danger
as he gets
closer
and
closer
to the enemies’ base.
Suddenly
five children
tumble out from an ally
jostling each other
just playing.
He aims his gun carefully
bearing in mind
his mission
to annihilate the enemy town.
His fingers
tighten around the trigger.
One boy
curious
inquisitive
brave
walks up to the man
greets him
asks him who he is
unaware of the concept
of a gun
unaware of the concept
of war
unaware of his impending death
as he smiles at the stranger
and holds out his hand
in greeting.
The man
looks into the eyes
of the boy
and sees his son
a startling resemblance.
Pure innocence
and filled
with love
not hatred.
And slowly
unsteadily
unsurely
hands shaking
he lowers the gun
and cries
at the thought
of what
he was about to do.
And the boy
looks on
in wonder.

tomorrow (based off and quoting from Macbeth; done as an impromptu response to Funkduder's poems, haha...)

What is life
if not just a mockery?
What do we gain, in the end?
All we do is plod
one foot
after the other
after the other
after the other
tomorrow
and tomorrow
and tomorrow
looking back becomes the same as looking forward.
Too slowly
yet too quickly
creeps in this petty pace from day to day.

Sinking below the waves,
I can't hear the crashing and rumbling above me
nor see the light from which I'm falling from
It seems to fade
out
out
like a brief candle.
Life's but
a walking shadow,
a mockery,
a poor player
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
hurrying to do
all he can,
more than he can,
and then is heard no more.

I draw comfort from the darkness.
No wind to chill me.
No cries
no weeps
no sobs
no energy to swim up but I don't care the least
or do I?

A moment of panic.

Suddenly everything disappears.
Don't worry
Someone just turned off the lights
It's only that
No need to be afraid
I'm not afraid.
Not afraid
Not afraid
Not afraid
And whoever says I am is a coward.
See? I'm not afraid!
Whoever--

...whoever?
There is no one.

In a flash of brightness
that I would have seen
and that would have blinded me
if I had eyes anymore
that would have deafened me
if I has ears anymore
I realize that
I am nothing.

And yet I
was
am
will be
everything.