poemranker ::Front Line Center by Blindproject217

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Free verse № 46425

Front Line Center

by Blindproject217

Member since 2003 · Posted 7 Apr 2003 · Edited 14 Apr 2003 · 3 comments

Racing thoughts of eternity, Conflicting ideas of morality, Front line center. Musket gripped by sweaty palm, In hell for an instant, everything but calm. On bended knee, holding breath, Powder of fire, smoke of death. Aiming at nothing, standing tall, Finger the trigger, wait for the call. Ringing noise of flying led, Left its mark, stained by red. Was it he, or was it I? Fall to my knees, let out a sigh. Was it he, or was it I? Not so sure I want to die. Into the gates I long to enter, Here ends my task, Front line center.

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3 comments

[n/a] Bill Z Bub 24-Apr-03/8:20 PM Reply
Actually, this one isn't bad. Any specific problems?

[n/a] Blindproject217 › Bill Z Bub 26-Apr-03/8:16 PM Reply
When I first posted this poem i just got allot of negetive junk and was wondering what i could do to improve it, I really like it, but like everything, there is always room for improvement. So if you have any ideas that could make it longer or deeper send em my way.