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A Soldiers' Last Words
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A Soldiers' Last Words |
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poe Member
since 2004-09-06
Posts 180Heading to China 
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As the writers block continues, so does my barage of experimental poems. This one is farely long, the whole premise is that the soldiers last words are (IIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMM TTTTTTTTTTIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDD) and how that corrilates to what he actualy means in his last moments on earth. I look forward to your input and comments. In the grand scheme of things I am but a tear on a mother’s cheek I am turmoil anchored with fear I am pain at its peak I am a soldiers' tear I hear the beeping slowing down In this moment I am no longer blinded by the selfishness of me In my own thoughts I begin to drown Indigo is the only colour I can still see I feel the reaper holding his hand over my bed I am being called to an early grave My life the picture show that was slowly plays in my head My life is worth it for any life I save Much of my life was balanced on an invisible tight rope More and more I teeter between madness and bravery Mocked by false truths yet I swallowed them whole like a dope Mother it seems like this life is a lot like slavery Megalomaniacs beat me until I could no longer feel emotions for others My eyes have been blinded to the reality of my deeds My realization is that I and the ones I have killed could have been brothers My revelation is that this is blasphemy in any religion no matter how it reads They will call me a hero and a killer These words will all come in the same breath To some I will sit on a pillar To others they will say I earned my death Though I wish to come to terms with this all The truth is I can not even come to terms with myself Today death has come to call Tragic they will say as they put their memories of me on a shelf Today I know inside these fatigues I am an just an infant scared to death Though a soldier is all they see I try to inhale, yet I can not seem to catch a breath It seems the harsh certainty of my situation has come to be I disappeared before I new what was going on I feel the medics starting to give up hope I know soon I will be gone In silence with this fact I must cope It feels like my IV has become tainted I can no longer get my limbs to respond to my thoughts If I could lift my head to see the mess down below I probably would have fainted In my mind it is getting harder to untangle the knots Running on fumes is what is left of my life Reality through my eyes has ceased Ruined by the hate that we have festered through our personal strife Rinse my soul clean please because I know soon I will be deceased Rapidly my world turns silent Rarely do we stand between love and hate Ravaged by the violent Raped by ill twisted fate Respectively I am sorry for all those I have offended Reasons beyond my control has me heading for my final rest Expectantly I hope that my life will be the last one expended Even though it was my last request Experience tells me it will not be granted Eternity creeps ever near Earth no longer has my soul firmly planted Essentially I have been washed free of fear Egos have been put aside Expectation has fallen away Eyelids begin their last ride Each moment seems like a day Drawing my last breath Drowning out the buzz of the medics, I scream to try and misplace the hate "Do we have to send our children off to meet death"? Did my words reach their ears or was it too late? Doctors and nurses look in my direction Dumb founded by this sudden surprise Doe eyed as if this were my resurrection Deeply they are saddened as these words were uttered with my demise Deep inside my last thought was I hope the world has been shown a new way Dark and sad truth of the matter is hate marches still to this day Tomorrow comes for those who fear it. Today never ends for those who live it. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
very thought provoking....really chilled me to the bone....well done |
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aujussy wolf
since 2003-08-09
Posts 1215Michigan |
A friend of mine is in Iraq has been there for 2 years and counting ...a good man .., he has brought his men back alive from some bad azz situations they don't tell you about on the news , its real let me tell you ,i pray for those men and women. good write , it hits to the bone , and inventive idea peace and prosperity ~the wolf |
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poe Member
since 2004-09-06
Posts 180Heading to China |
Thank You, LeeJ. War is chilling. Thank You, aujussy wolf. I feel for your friend. It was said war is hell and no true words were said. The idea is not that inventive, I did with other poems like Time has no bounds, Have you awoken yet. If I have trouble writing I like to challenge my pen. Tomorrow comes for those who fear it. |
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