Blackness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic


A poem focused on the perspective of a soldier during World War 1, like many, being promised glory from the battlefield. After enduring the hell of the ordeal, he experiences the deadly effects of
an artillery shell that takes his sight moments before his death. The events of this poem explores the death and sin he has committed and witness.

Submitted: January 19, 2018

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The lack of light that surrounds me,
And also flows through me,
The deafening racket that attacks me.
The grisly stench that fills me,
The wounds that tear through me,
Though my sight only deceives me.
Soon to be brought to my reckoning
Before the mercy of the dark master,
For the service of my country.

At all angles,
Pure chaos, anger and loss,
When ‘dropping like flies’
Could never be more true,
Yet promises of glory and honour
Could never be more false.
Playing a game of life and death,
As a pawn for spineless pigs.

They bring our hell to us,
In the chamber of a rifle,
In canisters of vile gas,
In devices of mass obliteration,
Which break, rip and destroy us.
Yet to them, we also bear such sin,
Injures already searing shallow and deep,
Filled only by the mud we writhe through.

Terrified and torn,
All exhausted and battered,
Sullied and bloodied they are left
Gambling for survival,
Ravenous rounds fly randomly,
And colossal explosions materialise,
Rolling dice every second.
Myself waiting for my luck to diminish.

And when it does,
Greeted without warning or welcome,
By a godly sound and force,
A flash brighter than the lights of heaven,
Harsher than the flames of hell,
My sight paid as ransom,
For the seconds I have left,
Gifting me only blackness.

The lack of light that surrounds me,
And also flows through me,
The deafening racket that attacks me.
The grisly stretch that fills me,
The wounds that tear through me,
Though my sight only deceives me.
Soon to be brought to my reckoning
Before the mercy of the dark master,
For the service of my country.

Jason Millar


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