THIS WRETCHED GROUND

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

The battle it has ceased
Many comrades strewn around
The dead and the blinded
The bomb craters crackle loud
The rising steam and heat
Fills lungs with acrid air
I dream of home and family
Wishing I was there.

Life it ebbs
But slowly
Upon this wretched
Piece of ground
The wounds are not
So painful now
Theres a calm
With natures sound.

But slowly now
Yes once again
Life it ebbs
All is sane
Natures song
All around
To die upon
This wretched ground.

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  • orchidee

    Good write N.
    The wretched ground of this bus stop. lol.

  • sorenbarrett

    Nicely done Norman you paint a bleak forlorn picture of a battlefront with dead and dying although the battle has ceased. Here the calm and return of nature's sounds combined with the wounds not hurting so much signals death coming on. This poem might also be a metaphor for life and its figurative battles and our mortal term on this earth. Nicely written my friend.

  • arqios

    Subtle but effective rhyme my friend 🙏🏻🕊️👍🏻

    • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

      thanks and appreciation for read my friend

      • arqios

        Most welcome, dear friend. 👍🏻🕊️

      • Thomas W Case

        Fantastic.

      • Friendship

        Good write

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Hell of a death scene, Norman...no glory, no speech, just a man fading where he fell. This one hurt. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

      • Goldfinch60

        Such sad words Norman about places where we need not go if love rules the world.

        Andy

        • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

          Sadly hate seems to be the in thing at present, but was it ever any different ? thanks and appreciation friend

        • NafisaSB

          such a tragic tale told so beautifully - one can visualize it fully..well done..

        • NafisaSB

          A descriptive and great write 💐



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