Victim of the Trench 1918

I WAS PURSUING A CAREER IN DENTAL AND ORAL SURGERY NEVER THOUGHT THE WAR WOULD LEAVE A FATAL MARK ON ME THE SECOND YEAR OF STUDY CONSISTED OF FIELD REVIEWS OF THE DENTAL CONDITIONS OF BATTLE FIELD CREWS THREE OF US BOARDED A BUS AND HEADED TO THE ATTRITION WE HAD TO WAIT FOR DARKNESS TO COVER OUR SIMPLE MISSION TRAVEL IN DAYLIGHT WAS FAR TO DANGEROUS AND INSANE CHANCES WERE YOU’D BE STRAFED BY A BRITISH PLANE THIS WORLD WAR WAS RAGING FOR NEARLY FOUR YEARS A NEVER ENDING CONFLICT FRAUGHT WITH LINGERING FEARS WE ARRIVED AT THE TRENCH AND WERE SHOWN WHERE TO SLEEP AWOKE TO AN ARTILLERY BOMBARDMENT, MY APPOINTMENT TO KEEP IN ORDER TO ESCAPE I RAN TO THE OTHER END OF THE TRENCH AS I APPROACHED I SAW IT WAS OCCUPIED BY THE FRENCH I ATTEMPTED TO GO BACK TO THE PLACE I HAD COME FROM SOME ONE JUMPED IN BEHIND ME BUT I CONTINUED TO RUN I TURNED TO FACE WHOMEVER AND SADLY UTTERED MY PLEA AN ENEMY SOLDIER TOOK HIS BAYONET AND RAMMED IT INTO ME HIS BAYONET ENTERED MY CHEST I KNEW I WOULD NOT SURVIVE RAISING MY HANDS IN SURRENDER FAILED TO KEEP ME ALIVE THAT SOLDIER WANTONLY KILLED ME MY HANDS IN THE AIR I WAS UNARMED AND DEFENSELESS BUT HE DIDN’T SEEM TO CARE ALL OF US THE DEAD, PILED IN A HEAP AND THEN SET ABLAZE WITH MY LAST BREATH I CONCOCTED A VENGEFUL PHASE I’LL HAUNT HIS EVERY MOMENT I WILL NEVER LET HIM REST HE CAN CLOSE HIS EYES WHILE HIS COHESION I’LL TEST I’LL APPEAR AT EVERY FUNCTION WHERE HE SHOULD ENJOY I’LL DOMINATE HIS DREAMS WITH HIS SANITY I’LL TOY THAT MAN CHEATED ME OUT OF A KNOWING A WIFE OF HAVING A FAMILY AND LIVING A FRUITFUL LIFE HE STRUCK ME DOWN SUMMARILY I WAS NOT YET NINETEEN HE CHEATED ME OUT OF LIVING MY UNFULFILLED DREAM VICTIM (2) I’M SURE THAT FROM THE MOMENT HE EXECUTED THAT LUNGE THAT FATAL LOOK ON MY FACE HE WOULD LIKE TO EXPUNGE NOT GOING TO HAPPEN THAT DEATH LOOK IS GOING TO STAY HIS OWN FEELINGS OF GUILT WONT LET IT FADE AWAY I CAUSE HIM TO WONDER WHO I MIGHT HAVE BEEN I WANT TO CAUSE HIM PAIN FOR COMMITTING A SIN KILLING AN UNARMED MAN CAN’T BE BLAMED ON THE WAR TAKING A LIFE MAY BE THE MIND SET HE HAD LONG BEFORE CONFLICTS CAN ALTER THE ETHICS HE FOLLOWED AT HOME I’M HIS ALBATROSS, HE’LL NEVER BE ALONE FOR THE REST OF HIS BEING I WILL BE HIS DAILY PHANTOM A ROVING SPECTER THAT HIS CONSCIENCE CAN’T RANSOM I KNOW THAT HE’S NOT SHARED THAT LIFE CHANGING EVENT NOT WITH HIS CONFESSOR HE WOULD HAVE HAD HIM REPENT ITS VERY LATE IN THIS PSYCHOTIC MATCH WE’RE STILL PLAYING FORTY YEARS OF ANGUISH FOR AN UNWARRANTED SLAYING HE’LL SOON CROSS OVER THE INFINITE AND ENTER THIS PLACE I WONT SHAKE HIS HAND I’LL SPIT IN HIS FACE