My hands tremble

Borys

I signed up to defend my nation,

Out of nationalistic pride and my love for the land I come from.

I was trained and was deemed "Ready".

I was plunged into combat, and was told to hold my rifle steady.

It was that day where I first used my bayonet.

The blood of my victim, painted my steel red.

My hands tremble.

 

It's been a year or so now,

And I cannot count the lives I have taken,

Have our roles been forsaken?

I see no adventure,

Like I did upon conscription.

I see no joy in war.

I only see pain and unspeakable horrors,

That I will never mention to anyone.

My hands tremble as I speak.

 

I now sit at home,

And I focus on nothing else,

Than what I saw at the front.

My parents call me a hero.

I do not feel like one.

I feel like a creature,

Spawned from Hell itself.

My hands still tremble as I live my now seemingly meaningless life.

  • Author: Borys Sawicki (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 12th, 2017 11:16
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem was to commemorate all those who served in the First World War. Entente and Central. We should never forget what those men and women did, what they saw, and where that war has lead us now. The structure of the poem also shows the mental state of the soldier. The poem starts with consistent rhyming, and as it continues, rhyme is lost. This represents his sanity.
  • Category: Sad
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  • Seven

    I agree completely. "I see no joy in war"



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