The Dark War

Something that i wrote years ago whilst studying World war one poetry

I grip my gun, the stock slick with mud
my feet are torn, smeared in blood

My breath is rancid, reeking of death
could I really be the last one left?

I close my eyes, squeeze them tight
there must be a way to make this right

I take a step and feel the ground shake
It’s almost too much to anticipate

I make my way around the bend
almost too hard to believe these were my friends

Mutilated corpses and scattered gore
someone above must be keeping score

I see the light, I’m almost there
I squint my eyes against the flare

I take a breath and muster my strength
this is a war that no one can win

Reviews

[Lucien Maier]

nicely done. Good visuals, done with very stark descriptions.
Good work

[SonOfPlunder]

Thank you very much! This is an old piece, but still one of my favourites. Glad you like it