Secreted away in a foxhole in silence
I watch in the inky deepness of night
Like a blanket, the heaviness of the inaudible weighs on me
Envelopes me in a hushed stillness of a fathomless pit
Night is muzzled and mute
Couched in breathless waiting
Ears strained_tuned to the slightest stirring of my enemy’s position.
About the Creator
Rulam Day
In another life I was a pirate, a race car driver, and a spy. But those are stories for another time. Rulam Day is an anagram of my name, Mary Daul. I publish under both.
Comments (3)
This bought tears to my eyes, because it reminded me of my son sitting in a fox hole during the Gulf War. Nicely Done!!
Captivating.
This was so poigmant! Great take on the challenge!😊