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Allison Marge
Poems
May 2018
The smell of war
The series of gunshots
The smell of fire
The dead men who fought
The smell of war
In the midst was an injured man
Who sought cover behind a plank
And shot at his foes blindly as long as he can
Because they were loading a tank
Back home he had a child
Back home he had a wife
So he didn't want to die;
He just wanted to survive
He missed his wife's smile
He missed his son's laughter
The thought of dying
Made his face falter
His finger continuously pulled the trigger
Until he heard it click
He swore as he realized he was out of ammo
Fate truly was sick
But his thoughts ended abruptly
Just like his life
He fell backwards harshly -
A bullet hole between his eyes
Sorry if my poem is lacking. But I made this over a year ago. I used to think this was good, though.
#war
#soldier
#life
#family
#death
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Allison Marge
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