Endless lines
Of ragged men
Blood and bandages
Still in Hell
Eyes look down
Or straight ahead
Still alive
Unlike the dead.
Comrades help those
Who cannot walk
Guiding those
Who cannot see
Many no longer talk
Just forward
Upon this torrid
Walk.
A shared cigarette
Smoke to billow
Upon these lines
Surrender to swallow
Eyes of glass
Still not free
On and on
Wondering what will be.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
A vision of defeat and possibly a metaphor as well most wars take prisoners and then what is the fate of a POW. Very well imaged and full of possibilities for further metaphors
glad you liked it, many thanks
The long walk of defeat probably brings a lot of thoughts and emotions to those who done that walk, but I imagine the worst being fear of not knowing what their future holds, enjoyed the read
thanking you
You are very welcome
Excellent write
very kind, thanks
You're welcome
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