Saturday, February 13, 2010

The Mad Minute

The Mad Minute

Fight or flight, hammering you to do something
Bowel clinching terror telling you not to
Adrenaline threatening to explode your heart
Pushing you, demanding action
How can it be so hard just to lift your head?
Even though your very life may depend on it
A firefight is a dramatic and dynamic thing
Yet dreamlike
People out there are trying to kill you
Even your own chemicals are trying to stroke you out
When that mad minute, or five, or ten is over
Some guys haven’t even been able to fire their weapons
A scar to be carried forever



5 comments:

  1. thanks!
    just a few more war related to post and then back to my normal poems, the weird ones...

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  2. mrscolombo@yahoo.comFebruary 15, 2010 at 10:29 PM

    A few words that describes so much. Yes, powerful is a good word for it.

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  3. Fight or flight...yeah, that about sums up my entire life.

    Tillet, I like your brain. Your thoughts are consuming.

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  4. Thanks Kelly,
    You've certainly had more than your share.
    I value your opinion...

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