Cold War Poem by Ashley Fortin

Closed windows,
Locked doors,
Curtains drawn,
Three floors.

One way out,
One mad fear,
One self defense,
And all your tears.

Your dragged to this mess,
Your put in the fight,
Your death right been given,
Now you can't see the light.

Your dead if you look,
But the darkness is killing you.

You can't see yourself,
Do you even exist?

What was the reason,
That you died for to know,
Was it all really worth it?
Why was it you sunk so low?

Have your questions been answered?
Your such an ignorant little girl.

But why are you crying?
Is this not what you want?

Oh! It's the feeling of losing all thats been sought,
Like having the answers all throughout life,
Been proven wrong in the end,
And you forgot the reason to strife?

So, little girl, what to do now?
Can you get up an walk?
Walk straight into Hell?
Joining your comarades, your loved ones and all?
Or is what you sought to much for you and your not ready to fall?

You've opened the door...
You've walked through the first floor.
Your reaching the stair,
And the first taste of bitter air.

The sunlight is waiting,
And your only baiting,
So will you come forward,
And brave it with your sword?

But don't forget my little girl,
I'm not the one with life,
It's a simple word,
Your trying to keep filled with light.

Don't take a wrong step,
Don't walk the wrong way,
It's a long way to your brothers in arms,
You won't make it through another day.