From the barrel of the gun, your ammo rests
Fully loaded. Hand gripped tightly to its chest.
Sweaty palms nestle the chamber,
Emotions unsteady, but your fingers don’t waver.
Thoughts undeterred, you hold your position
There’s no holding back, you’ve made your decision.
With no sign of warning, you called me a liar
The trigger is pulled and the first shot is fired.
I wasn’t ready for your verbal attack
And now I lie wounded with a bullet in my back.
Shots keep coming, you show me no mercy
Even though I’m already on the ground, crying, “Please, this hurts me”
We live in the trenches,
Battle on the field
We fight with no soldiers,
No swords and no shields.
This fight is ours and it stays behind closed doors.
No one to save me whilst I lie injured on the floor.
Tears are my blood
Your words cut me deep
Our home is a war zone
A secret I must keep.