Welcome homeA Poem by ArtEagleA sonnet about returning from the war as a dying man.
The soft crunch of grass beneath heavy boots
The harsh whisper of the wind on slated roofs Fur clad hats on ladies' heads Pulling me in and away with each dying breath The undefeated chanting that battles the click of the guns Not within earshot echoing through my brain Like a beckoning phantom, calling out my name Faces blurring in and out of strained eyes' focus Sickening smoke, rejuvenating my lungs The fight draws me in as I'm drawn away Hell's doorstep warmer still than death's A parade of shame welcomes me home Disappointed faces Like I shouldn't have made it back © 2018 ArtEagleAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on September 10, 2018 Last Updated on September 10, 2018 Tags: war, poem, war and conflict, conflict, war poem |