I Am Not A Hero.

By XxxHauntxxxMexxX

 He Stares Off Into The Pale Night Sky 
Finishing His Nightly Smoke Before Bed 
It Calms Him 
Well As Calm As He Can Be In Such A Hostile Environment  The Night Is Still Thick With The Smell Of Gun Powder And Blood Soaked Ground 
He Flicks His Cigarette Butt And Watches It Fly 
Thinking About The Fire Fight From The Month Before Last
How Much Smoke And Fire And Carnage There Was 
Remembering The Sting Of A Bullet Grazing Him On The Shoulder 
He Touches It As In It Had Just Happened Because To Him 
He Was Back In That Fire Fight 
He Screams In Rage And Starts To Go Apeshit 
He Falls To The Ground And Starts Punching It As If It Could Hit Back 
His Hands Become Bloody With Skin And Meat Hanging Off Of Them 
He Screams Again
Hes Breathing Heavy Slightly Sounding Like A Rabid Dog After A Fight 
He Looks Up At The Sky Again 
Saying Why God Why Would You Curse Me With Such A Big Burden
Then He Remembers Back To When He Was Training 
He Was So Young Then 
Untanited By Death And Despair
He Tries To Collect Himself To Head Back To His Bunk
But He Can't Seem To Get Himself To Move
All He Wants Is To Get Rid Of The Demons Locked Inside Of His Head 
Manifesting As Flash Backs Of All The Destruction He Was Apart Of 
He'll Never Be The Same Again He Thinks to Himself
He Thinks Of His Family 
His Brothers And Sister 
How Will They Look At Him Now 
Will They See The Blood That Taints His Hands
Will They See Him As He Sees Himself
Or Will They Just Think Of Him As Some Hero Of War 
I Am No Hero He Thinks As He Punches The Ground Again 
Leaving Bloody Knuckle Prints In The Sand 
He Finally Gets Himself To Move 
Slowly At First Then He Finds Himself Running 
He Gets To Where His Bunk Is At 
Opens The Door Walks Over To His Place Of Rest 
Takes His Pants And Shirt Off 
Pulls His Army Issued Blanket Back 
His Final Thoughts Before Falling Deep Into His Place Of Never Ending Nightmares 
Is 
Im Not A Hero Of War 
I Am An Angel Of Death To Those Of This Country 
I Will Never Be A Hero Of War 
Ever 
He Finally Drifts Off
To A Place Where He'll Never Let Himself Forget 
To A Place Where He'll Never Be At Peace 
He Is In His Mind
Where Heros Of War Never Truely Rest 

 
 

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Copyright 2013 XxxHauntxxxMexxX
Published on Saturday, May 11, 2013.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Melancholic VIncent On Friday, May 17, 2013, Melancholic VIncent (431)By person wrote:

    Somehow I feel this poem is linked to the first one I read about someone killing and destroying.... Maybe it may be the same person, but I think it's your father who went to war and came back.... maybe?! Not sure though.

  • TropicalSnowstorm On Tuesday, May 14, 2013, TropicalSnowstorm (1703)By person wrote:

    "He Is In His Mind Where Heros Of War Never Truly Rest" - perfect closing to this one. Great job! Ciao, T/S Scholar

  • A former member wrote: You can definitely feel the mans anguish and despair in this one, nice work. Scholar

  • XxxHauntxxxMexxX On Sunday, May 12, 2013, XxxHauntxxxMexxX (7)By person wrote:

    Ya it is I'm sorry it took you to a bad place

  • FadedBlues On Sunday, May 12, 2013, FadedBlues (2172)By person wrote:

    ...sad story of too many vets. took me back to a place I didn't like being in...

  • Malice In Wonderland On Saturday, May 11, 2013, Malice In Wonderland (987)By person wrote:

    a good start... you have a sense of imagery that will continue to do well if it continues to develope.... and the internal struggle of this piece is very vivid and well displayed Scholar

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