AmbushA Poem by Patrick McCombs
he long winding roads leading out to the sea
The sun peaking through the steely grey clouds The dirt on the old roads have barely settled When the tanks moved through The wildlife was gone As tanks plowed through Through the grassy fields Soldiers stumbled behind Bloody and disoriented Shots pierce the silence For one single moment everything is still As you see the soldiers rise from the fields like spirits from the grave You see the long cold barrel of a gun pointed down at you In an instant you see the spark Then you hear the sound Then you feel the hot steel ripping through your skin You look down at the bloody stump that was once your leg You realize you are on the ground You see the same scene replayed all down the road Then you feel the same pain again and again and again Till you don't feel anymore © 2013 Patrick McCombs |
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Added on June 6, 2013 Last Updated on June 6, 2013 Author
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