I'm behind in my blogging challenge so here's another poem from my teen years to catch me up. I dreamed this poem one night during the VietNam war & I woke up & wrote it fluently. I always felt like it was some unknown soldier's thoughts.
Cleverly I stalked him down,
Until his hiding place I found
He turned toward me & drew a breath
He knew full well his fate was death.
And then a strange thing came to be
I looked at him and I saw me!
As if somehow it were the case,
That we were switched, I in his place
And he was looking down at me
Fear in his eyes, and sympathy.
Sadly now I shook my head
And fired the shot that made him dead
Yet as I heard his sharpened cry
I felt myself begin to die...
1 comment:
I like this poem, I know you have told it to me before, but I think it shows the feelings of a soldier very well. It's pretty cool that you wrote it so young too!
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