Shell Shock

A poem I wrote about a man's life during the first World War; based on events seen on Downton Abbey.

He lives in a spectrum of fear, surrounded by war.

Life in the trenches poisons his mind and weakens his soul.

The lighter flicks on and he raises his hand out of the trench.

The flame glows, dangerously effervescent.

A second goes by, and then another; just one other.

A bullet flies from the enemy and lodges itself deep into his hand.

No cries of terror. No screams of pain.

Thank you, He whispers to the wind.

Thank you for my deliverance.

Author's Note

please review!!

Reviews

[Acer]

Imagination

[Acer]

Imagination

[Luna Azul]

Creepy, and i love the imagery. Loved it.

[Renée]

interesting piece..

[Sami Khalil]

Bravo on a nice poem.
I like the lines:
He whispers to the wind.
Thank you for my deliverance...

[Grace Catherine C.]

woah, great imagery, very powerful.

[Lena Rossmore]

thank you!

[Cosmic kid]

i love the imagery in this one

[Lena Rossmore]

thank you :)

[Kes]

Creepy! But incredibly well-written.
Keep up the hard work!
K

[Lena Rossmore]

thank you!!

[R.A. Youngblood]

Every moment is shining here, you put every word on the right place, and i like your flow. Ending is amazing! Thanks for sharing..Keep it up :D

[Lena Rossmore]

thank you so much! :)

[R.A. Youngblood]

You're welcome :D

[T. Logan]

Kinda scary, but i like the odd quality of the whole thing.

[Lena Rossmore]

thank you! im glad you like it :)