Poets’ Thursday: BROTHERS IN ARMS

Poets' Thursday

This is the end where it all began
The shores whence it unsank
Alone on this melancholy train
I stood forlorn filled with disdain

Hatred consumed my soul
And anger burnt like fresh coal
For it was on this spot
We took our first shot
We were filed with life and  young
And the taste for victory in our head rung

We fought for God and for country
For one, all, and for sundry.
Oh! silent night.
When bullets came from all corners like disco lights
I still hear the cries of Captain Philip
It haunts me still in my sleep.
And my friend Wallace
As his brain flew all over the place.
I wish I died that day
I wouldn’t have to die everyday

As brothers in arms so we stand
No man gets left behind.
As I stood  alone
Exactly were used to be our home
The same spot
We had our first shot
I smiled, this is the beginning where it all ends.

By  Amazing.

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7 replies added

  1. Chizzy January 7, 2016 Reply

    Amazing indeed.
    I have a friend in the military who suffers PTSD. It’s been terrible for him. I can relate to this poem

  2. amazing January 7, 2016 Reply

    thanks chizzy and sorry abt your friend…

  3. Deborah January 7, 2016 Reply

    “I wish I had died that day, I wouldn’t have to die everyday…”. Those words are loaded and deep as it captures his traumatic experience.

    I love the Rhymes and the Symphonic flow. You talk about a place and circumstances I don’t wanna be found in.

    This Poem is awesome, really.

  4. Tobe January 7, 2016 Reply

    You sure write great, Amazing. The message’s sound too!

  5. kenny January 9, 2016 Reply

    Wow!.really nyc write up….lovely rhyme scheme

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