Still, I fightA Poem by kenya smithWar is hellI was wounded at my calf I'm in excruciating pain, but still, I fight I won't let the bullet wound, get to me I am deaf, from the sound of gun shots I can hardly hear the screams of those who are hurt It has been five hours now Some people's guns are still singing while I'm looking for more bullets It's very muddy in this trench and very bloody I've lost the feeling in my leg but still, I fight I might get my leg amputated but still, I fight Another bullet went into my arm It's bleeding heavily and in deep pain I feel dizzy from the blood loss But still, I fight My right leg and right arm are gone I have to spend my life, in a wheelchair But still, I fight For my fallen and unfallen comrades In future wars to come I won't go down this easily I will, still, fight I will protect this nation
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Added on May 24, 2016 Last Updated on September 19, 2016 Authorkenya smithPrairieville, LAAboutHello, I'm Kenya smith and I write horror stories. I've been writing since I was in middle school. Before horror, I would write teen drama. Until, i found out that horror was my true calling. I starte.. more..Writing
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