Poems of Soldiers
The Eternal Blink
I am here, in the battle
here there are no sides
only the opposing of minds
the cries of death
and the echos of the damned
Here I crouch
as the rain courses down
my crimson stained face
washes away only the tears
and not the fear
I swallow hard
and charge my enemy
A blinding hot flash
takes away my mind
and I do cartwheels in time
I am elsewhere now
surrounded by love
and the warm welcome
of my brethren
to them, I am a hero
The parade falls its
happy facade of glitter and glory
carting me down the path
to everlasting life
to whom I ache so readily
I am tucked away
safely beneath the sheets
next to a woman who loves me
unconditionally I would repeat
and my mind relaxes within her arms
And the curtain falls
and reality washes over me
like a bleating wave of elegant whale-song
my eyes focus upon the uncaring sky
as rain begins to stain my parting body
My mind awakes
as my body dies
there is no parade
there is no brethren
there is no hero
only the grim possibility of what could of been
and not what is
but at least in this image
I know what I do
and I know what I fought for
-JrH USMC
here there are no sides
only the opposing of minds
the cries of death
and the echos of the damned
Here I crouch
as the rain courses down
my crimson stained face
washes away only the tears
and not the fear
I swallow hard
and charge my enemy
A blinding hot flash
takes away my mind
and I do cartwheels in time
I am elsewhere now
surrounded by love
and the warm welcome
of my brethren
to them, I am a hero
The parade falls its
happy facade of glitter and glory
carting me down the path
to everlasting life
to whom I ache so readily
I am tucked away
safely beneath the sheets
next to a woman who loves me
unconditionally I would repeat
and my mind relaxes within her arms
And the curtain falls
and reality washes over me
like a bleating wave of elegant whale-song
my eyes focus upon the uncaring sky
as rain begins to stain my parting body
My mind awakes
as my body dies
there is no parade
there is no brethren
there is no hero
only the grim possibility of what could of been
and not what is
but at least in this image
I know what I do
and I know what I fought for
-JrH USMC
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The Eternal Blink
The Eternal Blink