From the barrel of the gun, your ammo rests
Fully loaded. Hand gripped tightly to its chest.
Sweaty palms nestle the chamber,
Emotions unsteady, but your fingers don’t waver.
Thoughts undeterred, you hold your position
There’s no holding back, you’ve made your decision.
With no sign of warning, you called me a liar
The trigger is pulled and the first shot is fired.
I wasn’t ready for your verbal attack
And now I lie wounded with a bullet in my back.
Shots keep coming, you show me no mercy
Even though I’m already on the ground, crying, “Please, this hurts me”
We live in the trenches,
Battle on the field
We fight with no soldiers,
No swords and no shields.
This fight is ours and it stays behind closed doors.
No one to save me whilst I lie injured on the floor.
Tears are my blood
Your words cut me deep
Our home is a war zone
A secret I must keep.
Sacha Kurucz 
This poem is so hurtful, beautifully written
Sad and salient.
The poem bites. Nice! It reminds me of a couple of mine. Great minds etc. Can I persuade you to PLEASE buy and review my collected poems? Some Day Soon it’s called, on Amazon natch.
meanwhile here’s one I wrote earlier, having seen too much on ww1:
Died in battle
So the young and proud once
In terror and shit
Blood spattered and unarmed
Crying in pain he struggled
Across the gouged earth
His leg dragged as if
Unnecessary burden it
Belonged to another
The rattle and rumble and roar
Of battle receding
And dusk emerging
From the horizon
Brought slowly, so slowly
Camouflage into which he snuggled
And stopped
And curled up like a foetus
And with one word
‘Mother’
Died.
The old men in their bunkers far away
Drew lines on maps.
Pls buy and review? Some of the poems deserve a wider readership than my sister and her doggies.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Some-Day-Soon-Jon-Elkon/dp/1985814382/ref=sr_1_5/000-4688651-7866482?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1531826499&sr=1-5&keywords=jon+Elkon
Bests xxx Jon
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