Soldier's Death

Here's a poem I wrote a while back that I think turned out okay.

    Soldier’s Death

A crack, then a slam as

another body hit the cold

wet earth. The screams and

shouts, pleas for mercy and

yells of rage, filled my ringing

ears. The bodies, silent, unmoving

and terribly mutilated, covered in

blood haunted my waking

dreams. I could hardly

move, it seemed as though I had

lost the little strength I had to

go on. The battle raged around

 me, even as I stumbled helplessly

dripping with sweat, blood and

tears. A loud scream shattered my

reverie and I loaded my rifle though

I doubt I could've used it, had I the

chance. Not moments after, I was

thrown to the ground, a sharp

pain shooting through my body and

my vision darkening. I was hit and

dying, with no one to stop and help

me. I would perish in a foreign land and be

left to rot. I closed my eyes and succumbed.

 

Update

       Well, it's been a while since I've posted anything but I've made a little progress. My book is coming along well, but I've hit a bit of a wall with where I'm going to take it, so I've started on another idea I had for a novel. Finding time to write, though, has been really hard these last few months; I've been really busy. Sometimes I wonder if writing is really a good career choice for me but since I haven't thought of anything else I'm good enough at for a career I'll keep working at it until (hopefully) I can get a book, or anthology in the least, published. So, there's my update. Probably not very interesting but I thought I'd post something about how things were going. So until next time!