Soldier In The Mud

by Robin A Walter   Sep 1, 2013


Half dead from running,
up to my waist in rice patty mud;
this is no way to run a war.

Smoke wafts overhead,
with the stink of carnage;
keeping my head down
listening to distant mortars explode.

My life is always on the line,
anywhere I'm sent;
troubles at home were
never as bad as this.

Stuck in this muddy field,
can't go forward or back;
all we can do is keep our heads down
to make it through another day.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Dreamofolwin

    War seems so futile.... senseless. And your poem brought this through.

    Very well penned!

  • 11 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    War is a terrible thing and is much more terrible
    and worse for a soldier and his family to go through. Just to live each day with a thought of
    whether it is our last day or not.

    Liked the images you have painted with words
    here.

  • 11 years ago

    by Burning Angel

    Wow, i really like this poem. All of the imagery you used makes the poem even more amazing. Showing the struggles that are faced in a poem or through words can be very difficult for anyone, yet, you pinned it perfectly.

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