Feet pad pad pad
Echoing throughout the
Muddy murky trench--
Stop. There's the rumble,
Shut up, don't bumble
I need to cross before the crumble--
Feet pad pad pad
God, I'm starving...
Weight of bricks, companion mine
Bane of my existence, reason for treason--
Stop. There's the shot
That started a war long-fought
When will the bastards get caught?
Hands fumble for smooth metal handles
Tug tug tug
(they won't open)
Tug tug tug
(God no)
Tug tug tug
Feet pad pad pad--
But they are not mine--
Laughter clogs the tunnel--
Metal glistens and gleams--
(not mine not mine not mine)
Bang
Bang
Bang--
"Shit."
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Words for a Friend
PoetryYou wanted me to write you poems about anything; I wanted something to inspire me again. A random assortment of personal, serious poems and random blathering. (cover photo not mine) Completed.
