In The Midst Of Battle Poem by Wesley Dante

In the midst of battle on the darkest day,
I weep for innocence, I pity the brave.
I scorn the hopeful, I enrich the sick,
I pity the brave, I envy the quick.
I witness the landscape, I envision the pain,
A day of remembrance,
To honor the Slain.

My eyes deceive what my mind holds true,
And I have to believe what I already knew.
For when the Jackal beckons, beckons for me to sleep,
I look upon him and beg
For one final moment of peace.

One final moment to breathe,
One final moment to smile,
One last chance to say sorry,
One last act of denial.

One final moment to love
With a gasp of painless sorrow,
One last chance to believe,
We live, we die...for tomorrow.