Reality of a Gas Attack
i wrote this poem as if i was a soldier in world war one. i got inspiration from my
history class.
My feet started hurting me, they were starting to ache,
Then BANG! I heard a bomb go off and the ground started to shake.
I grabbed my equipment and sprinted out to fight,
But when I arrived there I got a terrible fright.
It was like a rainstorm but of blood instead of rain,
Around me was terror, faces full of pain.
I stumbled over bodies and there…I saw my friend,
He had gunshots all over him, he had met a gruesome end.
“Quick” I heard an order
‘Gas Gas’ I held my breath,
Then I tripped and fell
I didn’t want this to be my death.
I knew I had to get up now!
If I wanted to survive,
I forced on my gas mask
Struggling to stay alive.
Men cried out like babies
But I didn’t want to cry,
I thought if I was optimistic
That I wouldn’t die.
I saw others choking
I just wanted to run,
Bodies lying everywhere
They fell like dominoes,
One by one.
I struggled to my feet
It was excruciating pain,
I thought of my loved ones
What if I never saw them again?
The smell of dead bodies
The taste of my own blood,
I could hear and see men dying
While I was sinking in wet mud.
Once it all wore off, I started to look around,
And stared at all the bodies lying on the ground.
They looked as if they were sleeping, as silence was everywhere,
I’m glad that I made it although it doesn’t seem that fair.
All of these men are heroes and that’s all that I can say,
And luckily for me, I will live to see another day.
Copyright © Kelly Elizabeth | Year Posted 2006
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