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Alive behind enemy lines
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Alive behind enemy lines |
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Peter J Marcroft Member
since 2003-02-02
Posts 265York, England |
Silent I lie, hiding from the enemy, My fallen plane, burning in the night, I feel their laser sights, hunting for me, At the sound of a cricket, I flee in silent flight. You train for this day, knowing that it could happen, From a flying cowboy, to a fleeing tribesman, But you shut it out, killing is all you focus on, Until you fall, and have to survive all you can. I meander through the forest, beneath the darkness, A single man, fleeing on his own, Through this green, and startling wilderness, Lost, far from home, and all alone. I tire of this madness hunt, what will become? I lie tired, ‘what the hell are we fighting for?’ Will the forest become gunfire, and a daring rescue come? Or will I be left behind, a forgotten casualty of war? |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Yes this is a good piece of poetry Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Peter J Marcroft Member
since 2003-02-02
Posts 265York, England |
Thank you for the response, glad you liked it |
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