Last Man Standing
In a world of hell, soldiers had songs they sung
Through standing in blood from bullets demonic tongue
As bombs explode, bullets whistle, its death they fight
Men fight hand to hand, through the night
A soldier alone lay huddled and frightened
To his rifle's trigger his fingers tightened
His body lay covered in smoke and mud
With death around him, stained with blood
No reason he finds for this unwanted plight
The death of every soldier until sun's light
A moment of clarity after facing death
His, the only chest left with any breath
The last man standing hard to accept
Faces of soldiers whom he'll owe a debt
A decision to face, comes to his head
As a future of memories lay ahead
A final stare at the mass of crumpled dead
This pile of friends where lifeless lives go unsaid
A crackling laughter from this vision he won't forget
Lets out a scream, falls on the point of his bayonet
9/6/16
contest Poem Ending with a 'Chilling Twist
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