Alone
By: Ashley P.
Buzz buzz buzz,
in your ear,
bullets rushing,
is what you here.
Crack crack crack,
sounds of crunching bones.
Plop plop plop,
on the filthy ground,
mud being trampled upon,
by boots.
Gurgle gurgle gurgle,
blood splattered,
here, there,
the blood is everywhere.
Shout shout shout,
to your fallen brethren,
the dying embers they are now,
were once filled with light.
Pray pray pray,
for your life to be spared,
so that maybe,
just maybe,
if there is a god,
that he will be merciful.
Weep weep weep,
the melancholy sounds,
of a funeral recession.
March march march,
back to the battlefield,
where you belong.
By: Ashley P.
Buzz buzz buzz,
in your ear,
bullets rushing,
is what you here.
Crack crack crack,
sounds of crunching bones.
Plop plop plop,
on the filthy ground,
mud being trampled upon,
by boots.
Gurgle gurgle gurgle,
blood splattered,
here, there,
the blood is everywhere.
Shout shout shout,
to your fallen brethren,
the dying embers they are now,
were once filled with light.
Pray pray pray,
for your life to be spared,
so that maybe,
just maybe,
if there is a god,
that he will be merciful.
Weep weep weep,
the melancholy sounds,
of a funeral recession.
March march march,
back to the battlefield,
where you belong.
Idea:
I literally just pulled this poem out of my ass 5 seconds before I wrote it. It is about soldiers dying in a war. WWI, WWII, etc. It could be about any war. I don't have any idea where the idea originated from in my mind, all I know is, I had fun writing it just now. - xoxo Ashley
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