Fighting With A Wounded Heart, Kirstie Dzuris [the beach read txt] 📗

Fighting With A Wounded Heart

My heart is beating wildly,
My ears are loudly ringing,
My body is shaking,
I am scared.

I smell muddy water,
The gas, the gun smoke.
It makes me wonder again why I am here.

Shaking cruelly,
The pin is pulled.
The grenade prepared for flight.
I lock eyes with the enemy,
I hesitate
Why am I doing this?
He is just like me fatigued, scared, hungry.
I try not to think about his family.
I throw the hand grenade,
He is hit.
I am not supposed to feel,
They are enemy.

I duck back down.
The man next to me is in pure anguish.
He is my friend, I comfort him.
However it is too late,
The darkness falls.
I close his eyes lightly with my fingers,
If I live through this,
I will tell his mother he didn't suffer.

I fight with an angry courage,
With all my hearts desire to win.
All I think about is sleep, food, and victory.
I wonder why I am still alive,
While fellows are dying.

Everything becomes quiet,
I kneel to the ground,
There is wetness on my cheek,
I have no desire to live,
I just lost my little brother.

Publication Date: 05-20-2010

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Dedication:
I want to dedicate this to my Fiance Kirstie who wrote this and many more to me while I'm away from home, just to let me know that she loves me and will be with me every step of the way.