Theres a stone in my boot
Why should I care ?
As comrades die
Either side
Men scream for help
Wide eyed
In agony
But Ime aware
Of this stone in my boot
Why should I care ?
Ime free of the trench
Bullets whistle
And whine
Shrapnel tears flesh
Body parts fly
To a blue sunny sky
As I approach my death
Theres a stone in my boot
As comrades die
Why should I care ?
Closer now
That smokey smell
Of machine gun fire
A living hell
A sudden jolt
Chest on fire
To the ground
An angels choir
Theres a stone in my boot
Why should I care ?
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments4
Small things that can distract from the bigger things in life. For the want of a nail so to speak. A lovely piece that deserves contemplation.
very kind, thanks. appreciated
How sometimes we focus and worry on the smallest of things when there are much more important things going on, enjoyed the read
thanking you
You are very welcome
Excellent write
thanking you
You're welcome
I picked this poem to read because of the title. I;m glad I did! Great write!!
most kind, thanking you
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