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Final Breath
He was a soldier to the core
staying true through the war.
This mission though, he did not like
for it would cost him his own life.
There was no way around it; it had to be done
bombs had to drop and enemies had to run.
He was sent out in a group of five
knowing truly that they all were going to die.
They started to fight through the infested city
but in the end it did not look so pretty.
Two were shot, both in the head
the other two were just plain dead.
He was put to the test, for the final time
one more enemy dropped, the last in line.
Although he did not leave without a cut...
The enemy fired one off and got him in the gut.
He targeted his area enabling the nuke to drop.
Now he could finally sit down and stop.
He lay against a concrete wall
watching the nuke, slowly fall.
It hit the ground with tremendous force
having no problems running its course.
Only a few seconds until the blast got to him
the skies went black and everything went dim.
And so,
The aftermath of a soldiers battle through a terrorizing city,
Gut in hand, bleeding to death, he happily took, his final breath...
- by Enola Visten |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/17/2009 |
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- Title: Final Breath
- Artist: Enola Visten
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Description:
This is the poem to my drawing i had made for the arenas as well, this is the link to the drawing
http://www.gaiaonline.com/arena/art/painting-and-drawing/vote/?entry_id=101033409#title#title - Date: 01/17/2009
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Comments (1 Comments)
- chidorilash - 03/27/2009
- That is amazing, I like the imagery you used...and plus it's hard to come by good war poems....can't wait to read some more of your work >.<
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