Bang Bang Bang.
Fallen,
Another ally fallen.
and I'm crawling across this ditch of the damned.
A bullet has blinded my best friend,
My little brother has just been shot.
I hope my father is alive;
Because I know our eldest is not.
A Shell in the air.
A Crash in the sky.
I'll always remember the flare;
As we all die.
Vision blurry,
A Soldier ahead;
Aim forward and pray;
That I'll shoot my enemy dead.
The whites of his eyes,
No turning back;
The pressure in my veins;
Beginning to stack.
Blood spattered beside me
My battered brethren beat;
My left hand scalded in the third degree.
I will never accept defeat.
My skin hasn't failed.
I'm still alive;
Duck to the floor,
Pull the pin and count to five.
Red in the sky,
Smoke in my lungs;
Fight to the death,
or be tortured and hung.
A gasping and grasping of the rifle beside me.
Oh god with every shot guide me.
What's that sound?
A Rumble. A roar.
The ground begins to crumble and I fall to the floor.
Their armor has arrived,
This battle is lost.
All remaining artillery tossed.
They're closing in.
We're falling fast.
Gun between my eyes;
How long will this war last.
Author notes
I may not win the contest this was written for, but it's a depiction of WWII all the same.
A contest entry
- Bullingen 4Km ~ war image contest by Ariosto II..
1000 points, ended October 26, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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And a good depiction it is.
I wonder though if putting it in rhyme takes away from the impact. I like rhyme and am not at all averse to it. But wonder about its apllication to something as brutal as war.
Good job though, I enjoyed the read
thanks for entering!
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Thanks.
Thanks lots. I just took a little inspiration; Rhyming is my normal style of writing; so I can see what you mean about it possibly taking away from the brutality of war.
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