The End

Uh in my opinion, It's crap..

Like the light at the end of the tunnel,

And like a new-born’s first breath,

We walk out of the bullet-impaled ditches,

And we rise above the vast oceans of death.

 

A smile eases on to each mud-stained face,

Like a child who just swam in the puddles outside,

And we inhale the wicked scent of freedom,

Ending out long journey of blood and of rubble.

 

Joyous laughter echoes in our eyes,

Like a young man’s first steps down his wedding isle,

We shivered and jumped at the goose-bumpy sensation on our skin,

As we walk as free individuals rather than supposed-to-die files.

 

And it is then that we see the same smile,

Easing upon the relieved faces of a million others,

It is only then that we hear the same laughter,

Filled with a happiness that will never again be smothered

 

Like the light at the end of their long tunnel,

These men, women and children see us!

While they hold our hands and kiss our mud-stained faces,

And the refreshing freedom floods us in a brilliant rush.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[ChristianM]

Beautiful poem Adora. I take it this is right after a war. Very good portrayal of what it must have felt like to the men and women who lived to see the end of war. My Pops(now deceased, also the inspiration for the character Pops) once told me how he felt liberating the Jews at the end of WWII. It was quite like this.
Great Job

[Michael X]

adora, the ending two words is this poem in essence. truly.
you have taken the reader to another plane of thought on war, imo, its the artist outlook, because this tale is a painting. the imagery is magnificent
a real reading experience into life as dramatic as we know it. Wow

[TinyCitiesMadeOfAshes]

It was a very pleasant read (in the sense that it wasn't a bore and such, not that bullets and blood are pleasant) and it makes me interested in viewing your other works.