Sheol Moribund Poet Narrative

Closing In On Me

Blood is streaming from all of my wounds.

Searing pain resonates throughout my body.

I try to speak, only to swallow more blood.

Every single movement, seems to take a lifetime.

People are shouting, yet all I hear is a high pitched ringing.

The injured and dead near me,
yet all I can smell is the aroma of gunpowder.

The sun descends upon the horizon,
as the shadows of death are closing in on me. 


Note: Dedicated to Military personnel who died in battle.

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Dina Grutzendler January 5, 2011 at 2:39 PM Dear Sheol Were you in the military? Your poem is very realistic Dina

Anthony Beesley January 4, 2011 at 3:52 PM good write read my poem "stalag 42"

Poet Destroyer A January 4, 2011 at 11:19 AM a lovely thought to dedicate, enjoyed,..p.d.

Sara Kendrick January 3, 2011 at 1:01 PM Very descriptive and emotive work...We can't know the emotional turmoil that these young men and women go through..I am glad that I chose this one to read today for it helped me put what I face in perspective..Your presence at my work helped me to feel better about my work..Sara

Stephen Parker December 14, 2010 at 11:12 AM Touching tribute to those who sacrifice life and limb for our freedom!