I inhale as if I were under water,
in the arctic ocean, yet
its my own blood with its metallic burn.
I clear my throat the blood flows“whoosh, ahem”
I attempt to turn but I can’t move
I let out a “ugh” as I am stopped.
I don’t know where my body is.
I move and feel pinpoint pain,
prying at my very soul.
I can’t see anything it is so black,
like a killer's soul.
The thoughts flow my mind faster, and faster.
“Why can’t I see?
Where am I?
Whats is wrong with?
Why can't my body move?”
I convince myself not to panic,
I try to breath in again,
the blood clears then,
rotting sent like decomposing bodies,
I cringe on impact like being hit by a ball.
Memories flow out on my next breath,
War my country was dragged into,
I had no choice but to help my country,
my child is on the way I must get home.
I try to get up again but I cannot move my arms,
I don’t even know where they are.
Perhaps I am cursed,
Why why have you cursed me lord?
I wish to see my wifes 100 kilowatt smile once again,
and my new born child,
last I knew I got a letter
my child was born and I had missed it.
At that moment I swore not to miss anything
else as important to him.
I will make it home.
When I do my free spirited wife and our first born will be waiting.
“Keep walking guys well make it out and head home.”
the sound came from distance
but I understood the words.
Home I heared it clear as day
I must go. I screamed to my body
to move then I feel
the sting of pain to my left
then my arm moves to the ice cold dirt floor.
I will finally be able to go home
home, sweet home.