Poetry / SOLDIERS, you been lied to.
Holding my hands over my heart to keep the blood in
i’ve got a gaping hole with a loose bandage over it
a sucking wound like a leech that wants my life
vomit in a pan, shit in the bed,
don’t hold my hand, put a goddamn bullet in my head
i’m a suicidal wounded soldier
who would have been better off if dead
i wish they would have told me when i signed up
that i was being misled
they told me i’d go to college
they told me i’d be a hero when i’m done
they didn’t tell me nothing
about laying here fighting flies off in the sun
they told me i’d get the girl
they told me i’d have a fancy car when i’m through
they didn’t tell me the car would be a hearse
and i’d get the girl crying on a pew
i’m a suicidal wounded soldier
i’ve got shrapnel in my heart
i wish death would just come take me
so i can have a brand new start
but i’m waiting here now for the morphine to kick in
i’ve got a gaping hole with a loose bandage over it
a continuous drain like a tick on my brain
vomit in my throat, shit-stain on my legs,
don’t cry for me, smother me with these rags…
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although I didn’t feel a depth to this piece, it was an excellent dipiction, I especially liked the fourth stanza, but the one before it barley holds the same weight in wit and effect, though yes I think I know what your going for, the end was good too
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