Bombs whistle, explode
Ear deafening
Deafened.
Staring no where
Looking in and seeing
Change
Destruction
Bits gone
Self no more.
Replaced by
An automation.
I eat, I piss, I shit
I never sleep.
No words describe the horror
No words will play in my head
My last letter
Of love and home
‘Mother it’s hell over here.’
All gone
Lost.
Now the pain of living
Fate worse than death
Everyday a reminder
Of what was
Never will be.
What will they say?
What will they make of me?
Now damaged
Stained
Emotionless
Devoid of life, of living.
Locked inside this body
No direction
No nothing.
This poem was written in response to a study of War Literature. Mainly the poetry of World War One.
Morpethroad 
Very powerful I am sure this is exactly how some of the war wounded would have felt, so tragic!! Well done!! 🙂 🙂
Thank you Helen, they were very sad and tragic times.
My life has been surrounded by those who have been sent to war and past veterans. Echoes many things I have heard from them. Very powerful.
Thanks Anja, much is based on research and listening to the stories of veterans.
Even now … people don’t really consider the amount of pain and suffering that is hidden deep within the word “wounded”. Lives changed forever … so much pain … and the physical pain is bad enough but it’s just the tip of the iceberg. Beautifully written.
BTW – do you prefer to be called Tom? Tommy?
Thank you Jen, yes we cannot understand the pain so many suffered both physical and psychological, but we can not forget the sacrifices they made.
My name is Michael.
Oh my! I *totally* missed the mark when it comes to your name!!!! Thank you for letting me know what to call you.
No … we should never, ever forget. Especially when we ask for the sacrifices to be made over and over.
That’s fine thanks for asking me. Summerstommy is a long story.
A lot of sadness in this. I can’t even begin to imagine…
Thanks RoSy, we can’t begin to imagine the horror these men went through.
..Mother it’s hell over here…this line stuck in my throat. Beautifully and sadly expressed Michael.
Thank you Jenny many years ago I wrote a poem with that line in it for an Anzac service. It has stuck with me too. Sums up a lot of what they went through.
that it does ..:-(