Bullet-Riddled Reverie
Free Verse: Lost Innocence in the Haze of Battle
What is left of me,
a bullet ridden soul?
Once innocent, now stained
bathed in blood of a thousand beings.
Eerie silences blankets the azure sky.
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Wait for it,
wait for it,
wait for it-
***
A piercing whistle,
BOOM,
BOOM,
BOOM.
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Young screams echo through
my metal bird.
Rat-a-tat-tat
Kill or be killed,
survive or die.
***
Hunt, kill, survive,
hunt, kill, survive.
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What is left of me?
My fellow Americans will have their freedom,
even as I am lost
in a fog of shrapnel.
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I was inspired to write this poem after watching the Apple limited series “Masters of the Air.” It was during World War II, and it followed the heroic story of the Eighth Air Force, called the “Mighty Eighth.” The series took place while the Air Force was bombing Nazi-occupied Europe.
Steven Spielberg and Tom Hanks produced this emotion and dramatic, heart-wrenching miniseries. They take you into not just the action but the mental and physical toll it takes on these young men fighting for freedom.
If you are interested in World War II stories, this is a show I would highly recommend it.
Comments (5)
Now I want to see that movie. this was a wonderful visual experience
This does describe a true veteran of all wars.
Such sadness and regret! Well writ! This sounds like a series I'd really enjoy, but we had problems with AppleTV+ and no longer subscribe. Hopefully it will be released to other services one day.
This is a great verse, Daphsam, but in "Young screams echo though my metal bird" shouldn't it be "through"?
I love when a story moves you like this...I will have to look it up. Great work