It sat in my chest

the bullet of my death

the first touch of darkness

as I hold my chest on my knees

the dirt and blood on my hand 

from the trench I sit in

I think of my family

and all the friends I had

I served my country

and now the bullet

serves my heart

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem I made for the 365 event.

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A Soldier's Write


A creative flourish or wounded in war, a fine write for veterans. - A -


Lady A