Blood splatter over the hospital walls and hospital floors

A massacre of one

Using no guns nor swords

Awaken in fright

Ripping out the drip tube 

Spraying everything in sight 

With the crimson liquid of life

Slaying my demons

As I laid asleep 

So close to dying

I awoke standing several feet from my bed

Backed into a corner 

Covered in red

Alarms started buzzing 

Still a bit fuzzy

Where am I I shouted 

Remembering nothing about it

Not the fight over 

The helicopter as it hovered

Me inside 

Just along for the ride

The fresh smell of burning flesh

Still in my nose

Down my throat a thick black hose

Catheters and burnt clothes

None of these would I have chose

Better me than he or she I suppose

If only the sacrifice I made for them were a contract that binds

  • Author: mdrogers (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 8th, 2021 09:07
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Paul Bell

    This reads like, surplus to requirements, and probably that's what a lot of soldiers feel after they've done their duty to Queen and country.

  • Draven

    Strong words painting a horrific vivid picture, thank you for sharing.

    • mdrogers

      Thanks for reading. I really appreciate you taking the time to read anything I write.

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