Today’s prompt was to pick one of several lines and run with it. I’m crabby today. I don’t feel like writing a poem, or anything else for that matter. But that’s probably only more reason to do it.

Abundance of Onslaught

Crushing press around you

The stink of human fear

Rage rides in waves

Order turns to chaos

Life becomes death

The breathing and bleeding ones fall to the ground

They told you to hold

You see the charge coming

They’ve nothing to tell you

Nothing to say

Just a story told again and again through the ages

You’re a piece on a chessboard

A life bartered away

Hold as long as you can

And stare death in the eyes