Remorse of the battlefield
This is one of the most powerful contemporary poems I’ve read in a long while about the horrors of war- those who fight the war and the loved ones they leave behind.
Guns on point
Waiting in the wild for the trap to unfold,
The fervour to see his wife and their conceived child
Burns a hole in his pocket.
The unsent letter
Rested on his chest,
Shielded from the bullets
Underneath the badges of honour and pride.
Guns on point
Blood stained trousers
Struggling to not surrender to death,
Smell of spilled blood
And counted breaths
Racing against the forged time.
Guns on point
Afraid to lose
And to never hold his child in his arms,
Silence surrenders to upheaval
As bullets take over the undercovered wild.
From dusk to Dawn lightning striked
Bullets and blood took over love.
The unspoken words of the letter
Erased by the stains of red,
Wet and untouched –
Against the still heart…
Underneath the badges of honour and pride.
Empty guns rested on the floor
Covered in blood and more,
The siren was not…
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Dracul Van Helsing 
doesitevenmatter3 said,
August 14, 2017 at 12:56 am
What a powerful poem! It brought tears to my eyes.
It reminds me of two movies I saw recently.
(((HUGS)))
Dracul Van Helsing said,
August 14, 2017 at 2:44 pm
Yes, it was a very powerful poem.
There have been a lot of documentaries about the First World War the past few years (it being the 100th Anniversary of the 1st World War from 1914-1918) and this poem captures some of the film footage I’ve seen.