Golden bulletA Poem by R.M.CA soldiers account of receiving a 'Golden Bullet' on the front line, in the trenches of WW1.I lay quietly, softly, A man amongst the masses; I breathe deeply, slowly, Alone and yet surrounded; I shiver, my breathing laboured, Each breath a puff of white; I gaze, my eyes unfocused, Into the dead of night.
While my body succumbs To the cold and starvation, My mind succumbs To fear and desperation.
Despite my heart being stilled by fear, When we’re called I stand erect, And I listen to the General as he draws near - His words brittle and direct. Surprisingly, my un-manned legs are steady As all the men make ready, And when the order comes through I grit my teeth knowing what I’m about to do.
With fear expressed as wordless cries I climb towards the sky, Ready to make that pointless charge, To enter Hell without having to die. But when I reach the precipice of the abyss - Of
a nightmarish landscape of earth and man - I’m struck in the helmet by an Angel’s kiss That gifts me the bliss of unconsciousness.
Amidst the storm of flying metal, earth and body, I was gifted a golden bullet - Mere seconds from certain death I received a ticket For a medical E-Vac; an extension of my life. © 2016 R.M.CReviews
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2 Reviews Added on September 6, 2016 Last Updated on September 29, 2016 AuthorR.M.CNorth-East England , United KingdomAboutI am a teenager from England, hoping to become an author - of poetry and different types of Novels. I also aspire to acquire a business enterprise (possibly through money earned from being an author) .. more..Writing
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