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The Bargain

What a fallen soldier would do to protect who he loves most.

By Jason Ray Morton Published 9 months ago 1 min read
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Walk along with these empty eyes

Nothing left for there to fear

Crowds surround beneath these darkened skies

Whispers heard from the demons in your ear

To slowly disappear would be easy to do

Why run from all that haunts these steps tonight

Not wanted here because nothing's left that's true

Always gunned up for that return and a fight

Crawled through the fire to return

Waiting was too much for one to have asked

Feel the heart in my chest begin to burn

Unknown to what my return has me tasked

Why come back when hell was such a relief

A sense of place gives one their new resolve

Brimstone smoldering embers on flesh so brief

Coming back to a place through a door that does revolve

Wasted not is this chance to rise and matter

When needed, I felt your heart reach through time

Busted from hell amid such a horrible clatter

Knowing a part of you must still be mine

Memories of what once did brightly shine

A time before both felt the heat rising from below

Jumping in front of that bullet was a sacrifice that was mine

Sucked into the pit known that you'd never know

Your words of need echoed into the depths of despair

Agree would I to be a new soldier for he

The loss of what was still rings as unfair

But when called by you, not to come was not in me

They stalk you as I watch their moves on the floor

You are unaware of us around you

Following them through Dante's door

They'll regret what they were going to do

Not heroic, that's not who I am ever

For my own, I'd risk Hell's very wrath

To escape from its grasp, I may not be that clever

As a soldier of below, I'll walk this unholy path

Gone was I

But now I'm here

They will soon know how to die

My love, you need not fear

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About the Creator

Jason Ray Morton

Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.

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  • Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock9 months ago

    I Gehena (gotta hand it to--hey, they sound a little alike) you, Jason, that's one Hell of a poem.

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