Becoming Ghosts

Becoming Ghosts

 

 

He was a ghost of a young soldier,

in war he died,

at home they cried,

he looked like a wreck,

exhausted and caved in,

eyes weary and dazed,

so much killing, but no sin,

mind confused and crazed,

his brown hair dirty and dull,

the war was draining,

he even forgot his training,

ignoring the explosions hitting the ground,

every few yards he hears the sounds,

he then hears the whines twisting together,

vibrating sound, and another pound,

the war growing louder,

the bombs shattering frowns,

voices drown,

mostly in pain,

everything around him, completely insane,

as shrapnel blew,

the fighting grew,

death was real, death was true,

he watched all that and didn’t know what to do,

the last thing he saw was a flash,

he then heard a crash,

and what worried him most,

was more and more soldiers becoming ghosts.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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duffsmom 5 years ago from Pacific Northwest, USA

You have a powerful voice and put it to paper so well.


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Cyndi10 5 years ago from Georgia

The poem makes you sad and regretful of all the loss war costs.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks so much duffsmom and Cydi10


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Marlin 55 3 years ago from USA

Frank, great poem! You've got to be one of the most prolific writers that I have ever met. Your descriptions and imagery are so good that the reader has no choice but to be drawn into the story. Voted up!


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks this was wow almost one of my first hubs two years ago LOL :)


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Marlin 55 3 years ago from USA

Well, it's a good one and time for it to re-surface!


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Marlin 55 3 years ago from USA

I am also trying to find my share feature. Things have changed on Hubpages and I no longer know how to share and article.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

I know what you mean take a few days off and everything changes..:)


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pstraubie48 17 months ago from sunny Florida

And sadly, so it goes today. War still yields ghost after ghost...and to what end? So one side wins? At what cost? And what will the victory mean for the future?

Some wars never end ...and the world becomes filled with ghosts, living and not.

Well done, Frank.

Angels are headed to you and to those who lose loved ones because of war. ps Voted up++++


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Frank Atanacio 17 months ago from Shelton Author

thanks so much pstraubie48 for digging up some of my older hubs..Lol.. bless you :)

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