Trapped

I'm in the Sixth Cohort,

Camping in the deepest forest,

Enemies circling,

I didn't know what to do,

My men in bad shape,

Me?

Feeling not so well,

And we are out of resources.

Some of us are fighting,

Not to our enemies,

to ourselves,

their desires are too great,

and the enemies?

I can feel them.

I pray,

My body chilling,

Heart pounding,

I clutch and caress,

my necklace.

My men calls for me

"Centurion!"

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Trapped'
Pale Moon,
This was interesting to read. I see by the last line, the word 'centurion.'
You have spoken to a time long ago? To a roman cohort? Where at?
A personal inner struggle for your main character I think.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Pale Moon]

Yeah, Rome in Germania