My body’s bruised and my feet are sore,
And what I’ve seen would shake your core,
Then I see the yellow air,
I stand as straight as my necks’ hair,
‘Gas boys! Put your gas masks on’
I look and see my mask is gone,
You could not draw, you could not trace,
The look of horror on my face,
My world disintegrates in a fizz,
But, Karl, my best friend gives me his,
I try to push his mask away,
Unable to find the words to say,
So he puts it on me by himself,
And in a last farewell he says, ‘Good health.’
He says ‘If I can’t make it through’
‘I wish that I’d be shot by you’
‘And don’t you feel guilt when I die’
I try my hardest not to cry,
‘I’ll watch you from the skies my friend’
‘Just pleased to help delay your end’
I watch the evil mists roll in,
I am the devil sick of sin,
And then the mist surrounds us all,
And through the fog I see him fall,
He tries to rise, to stand again,
Watched by horror-stricken men,
As in a sea I watch him drown,
He struggles up then sinks back down,
All the soldiers hold their tongues,
As froth seeps from corrupted lungs,
And eyes roll up, down, either side,
He splutters as if his throat is tied,
But then I see as clear as the sun,
His eyes flick over everyone,
And rest on me, within the crowd,
I try yet fail to scream out loud,
Staggering over his eyes bulge with pain,
He grabs my hand and says my name,
Falls to the floor, wishing he was dead,
I take out my gun and shoot his head.
2007-08-16
07:44:21
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➔ Poetry
By the way I was 14 in July.
thanks for your comments
2007-08-16
07:45:21 ·
update #1
Rick J is that all you ever say?
I do go out with mates, this took 15 mins.
lol.
2007-08-16
07:54:47 ·
update #2