Gone
Where water meets land, man meets fate, blood
meets soil. Judgment surely awaits
Marching to certain death; what thoughts
cloud my mind and heart on this procession.
Carnage and fatality battle
love, kin and life within my internal darkness
of mind. Neither winning, as the march continues.
Daringly I push on. Surrounded by the dim
gloom of war, mocked by nature’s splendour. Death
will surely stain her. Not my own I pray, but
should my comrades perish in my stead? Fathers
and sons of wives and mothers surround me.
Might we all be spared? Enemy fled no blood spilled
Is my hopeful reverie. In my dream are the familiar faces
of a cherished life where your love was sustenance enough.
Silence broken, dream shattered,
men falling. My worst fear is realized – I am a coward.
Cowering behind corpses I wait. Bowels release,
the warmth is no comfort. Death seems a better option
than this. Remembering this scene a scar
too deep to bear, but fear chains me to my brethren’s deathbed.
I close my eyes to bring the dream back but it is
gone.
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2006-07-06 13:06:57] (Date/Time posted on
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