Field of Death

What's it like in the front lines?

As I run across the field,

I charge enemy lines,

I don't think with my life,

but with my mind.

 

Blood trickles down my face,

And am armed with only a rifle,

I keep at a steady pace,

And don't think of my fate.

 

As bullets whizz by,

I duck,

And I believe,

I may, have all the luck!

 

My men are slowly dying,

And I am losing hope,

I know my doom's approaching,

It's lurking in the shadows.

 

My fear is boiling up inside,

As bullets fly nearer and nearer passed my head,

And it happened,

My worst and greatest dread.

 

I met a bullet straight in the leg,

And I fell hopelessly to the ground,

And there I lay, in the blood-stained dirt,

I had fallen, in the field of death.

Reviews

[Laoidhigh Uilleag]

Yeah, I thought it would be after I posted it... lol

Name: Chris Kirkpatrick

:D

[Laoidhigh Uilleag]

I liked this poem because it shows how soliders can't just pause to reconsider, they have to go all out to attack. The ending was great, where it explianed how he himself was going to die in the field covered with all the others he knows...

:D

Here is the info of me:
Name: Laoidhigh Uilleag (just gonna stick with pen name i guess..:P)
Plot: How about... I have been wrongly portrayed as a senile person, and so I am sent to an insane asylum. In that place, I face a few characters, who cause me to fear the prision I was put in. Eventually, due to the circumstances of everyone else wanting to escape that hell hole, and the improper care there...I become crazy as well and start to blend into the crowd. Thus, causing me to trap myself there due to the mental changes I faced.
Title: Time of the Lost

Once again thank you!

[J.]

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