Behind Enemy Lines

Lily

B.R
Staff member
Walking across an ocean full of water,
With fire at my feet.

I step back across enemy lines,
Knowing I will be beat.

Still I cross the tides of rage,
Aware I won't cross back.

Behind the soft unspoken stage,
I step into the trap.

Into a hole dug six feet deep,
With a shovel of cussing strain.

The flame flickers, and my feet are dug,
Into the lust of pain.

Swimming now deep, under the sea,
Not stopping to say goodbye.

Fire flickers in my breath,
And flame shoots through my eye.

Tides consumed, around my chest,
Until it's pulled away.

By the secrets in my hand,
And scars that forever stay.

My feet are drifting far away,
But my mind stays on the ground.

The Earth began to rumble,
As it felt my sound.

Like a scream pulled back to its mouth,
The ocean left this place.

Proud of what I accomplished,
A grin grew on my face.

 
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