Author: Otakachu9001 PM
A poem for the victims of shell shock in any type of war. This shall be the third installment to my awareness series. Rated K plus for some violent imagery and slight terrorRated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Angst - Words: 528 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-05-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3098536
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By my side
These men shall die
At these thoughts I deeply cry
The ground shakes and Earth rumbles
Filled with bullet wounds
I look to my left for a lone survivor
But instead seen blood
And nothing milder
When I look to my right I see a man, freshly covered in gore
"Kill me..." He says tearfully
And nothing more...
I can't control it now
The tears won't stop
"How is this happening?!" I wonder. "How?!"
As I begin ponder why
He's shot in the eye
Standing, a man, with a look of wry and twisted pleasure
My face is now covered
With a victim's blood
My fellow men, probably beneath the mud
In a state of panic I begin run
Hoping that soon
This is all done
I try and try but trip on barbed wire
My face now burns
As if on fire
I soon start fading in the grass
Perhaps my soul
Is free at last
But I soon awake in a cot
Where I am
I have ill-thought
When I look around I see my men
Covered in blood
Glistening like gems
Breathing increases as my heart beats
My brain now finally
By my side
These men have died
And now my friends
Wave my mind good-bye...
Well, this has been Shell Shocked, my third addition to my awareness series. For those of you who don't know, or haven't guessed, shell shocked is a term to stand for trauma induced in soldiers from excessive stress and mind scarring events from war. To many, this can be known everyday as post-traumatic stress disorder. Symptoms may include:
Hallucinations, constant nightmares of the event, flashbacks, isolation, severe sleep issues, and excessive emotions.
For those wondering about how this poem came about, my history class had been recently studying World War 1, and these was one of the key terms used.
Another reason for me posting this is because I feel that some people who experienced literal Hell don't really get the reconition they deserve. Sure, we have Veterans Day and all that, but do we really reconize them aside from that date? So, I post this, realizing what the poor souls had to experience in defense of our country, and even others.
Sorry for the long note, but I just felt the need to bring these things to light. So, on that note, I hope you liked this story. Please, feel free to give me feed back and tell me what you think of this. If you thought it was good, share it with people you know, and maybe it will speak to somebody. But if you feel that I need to add or fix something, then tell me as well. I want to make sure the poem paints a realistic picture for everyone.
Also, if you are a veteran, or have a relative that is one, please know that my prayers are sent to the military and I hope no one shall be truly forgotten. No deaths or casualties should ever be in vain.
God bless, and farewell everyone.