"... I fear I won't survive the next attack."
Pain.
The one feeling that scares me the most
Is the one that I now bear,
The one that I've come to know,
The one that has encompassed me for weeks now.
Running is no use, there's no feeling,
Coughing at the blurs of blue and gray around me.
I can't see now,
The night sky has taken over my vision,
But there's no star to guide me.
I cough again,
And hot runs down my chin,
The sensation like nothing I've felt before,
Heavy and thick,
Gushing down my chest.
I hurt, mostly my side -
I can feel the warmth there too.
The thundering gunfire echoes,
The shrill ringing gets louder.
I'm dying.
YOU ARE READING
Steadfast
Historical FictionA collection of poems that tell the story through song lyrics and real civil war letters of a soldier just trying to survive. Song: "Dearest Sarah" by Goodnight, Texas
