Death In The Rain

Paul Bell

The rain had brought the animals into shelter
They were wary of him
He could sense their concern
The smell was wrong
He was the unknown
He felt the same
Always out of place
His mind drifted back
Her face came into view
The words distorting
Anger through the tears
She would find another
He was sure of that
The snake slithered over him
Curious, but alert to danger
Trigger alert, just like him
He hated going back
They hated him
Jerk water townsfolk
They flew the flag
But not for him
His surroundings suited
Camouflaged, just like his life
They came into view
Four shots, death in the rain
The animals scattered for a time
But slowly returned
They were wary of him
The smell was wrong
Dead humans appeared to surround him
Her face came into view
The words distorting
Flags were waving
She understood now
The animals began to accept him
He was part of the surroundings.

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 1st, 2022 04:34
  • Category: Sad
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  • orchidee

    Good write Paul.

  • Nicholas Browning

    A cryptic message hides somewhere in this. Is it reflection? Absolution? I can't quite say. It's a harrowing read, gives me "Bloodborne" vibes, and I love it. I'll keep reading it.

    • Paul Bell

      A reflection of a flawed soldier.

    • dusk arising

      Wow. I'm unsure of what's going on here but this is compelling reading and undoubtedly leaves me wanting more. Which means 'job well done' in my humble judgement.

      • Paul Bell

        Thanks, Dusk, my job is done.

      • ChrisLynđź•Š

        He was doomed like the others in d end .. if that’s the message .
        Good one

        • Paul Bell

          They are all doomed, alive or dead.

        • Neville


          an intriguing & compelling read Paul ..

          I leave the page wondering which is not a bad thing after my visit to the abattoir or slaughterhouse ... N

          • Paul Bell

            Did you pick up a stray sheep and pop down the abattoir to get it wrapped for dinner.

          • Rozina

            What an interesting intriguing piece. I would love to know what really happened here. Thank you.

            • Paul Bell

              He was a sniper whose time ran out.

            • Goldfinch60

              Wonderful intriguing poem Paul.

              Andy

            • Rocky Lagou

              Wow. I literally adore the way you can metaphorize such deep scenarios. That "her" is most likely this soldier's wife and he's contemplating whether or not she'll stay faithful to him. Yet with those final lines, "The animals began to accept him
              / He was part of the surroundings." Truly delivers the message home, an unfortunate demise.



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