Reconciled

a soldier's last moments

Time stands still.

I am a wretch who lies still in the soft dirt,
blackness envelops me and I disappear.
they march on, and I am the fiend who does not follow,
but in my disgrace I am free.

Eyes stare open and lungs gasp for air,
there are no words to speak,
for the guns and the shells will speak for me.
Rattling sounds, sweet enemy,

Now is the waiting game, and tears stream down my face,
My mind races, it screams in agony,
 it is alive with the voice I have forgotten to speak.
It remembers the promises I had made, it falters and grows weak.

With hands outstretched, I wait for God’s embrace,
but comfort does not come
perhaps in this haze of hatred, and in this river of deceased
my only saviour has forgotten me.

A crimson flood comes over me,
springs unearthed by spoils of lead.
and as it once was at my birth,
I am reconciled to blood in my death.

 

Author's Note

written for a competition...

Reviews

[just is]

You made my heart stand still with this, I could feel the emotion you poured out in this. You really did capture the moment here. You have talent and grace. I like how you write the truth that mkaes you a
powerful writer. as well as talented.

[Alexander]

This is exceptional. You really captured the moment. You're a truly talented writer.
Z